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Th«  copy  filmad  hari  tin  baan  rsproducad  thank* 
to  tna  ganaroaity  of: 

National  Library  of  Canada 


L'axamplaira  filmi  fut  raproduil  grica  i  la 
gtntroaiU  da: 

Bibliotitequa  nationala  du  Canada 


Tha  imaga*  appaaring  hara  ara  iha  bast  quality 
poaaibia  coniidaring  tha  condition  and  lagibility 
of  tha  original  copy  and  in  kaaping  with  tha 
filming  cenwaet  apacificationa. 


Original  copiaa  in  priniad  papar  covan  ara  filmad 
baginning  with  tha  front  eovar  and  anding  on 
tha  laat  paga  with  a  printad  or  illuairatad  impraa- 
aion.  or  tha  back  covar  whan  appropriata.  All 
othar  original  copiaa  ara  filmad  baginning  on  tha 
tirat  paga  with  a  printad  or  illuatratad  impraa- 
aion.  and  anding  on  tha  laat  paga  with  a  printad 
or  illuatratad  impraaaion. 


Laa  imagat  luivantaa  ont  *l*  raproduitas  avac  la 
plua  grand  aoin,  compta  tanu  da  la  condition  at 
da  la  nattata  da  I'aaamplaira  filmi,  at  an 
conformM  avac  laa  eondiiiona  du  eontrai  da 
filmaga. 

Laa  aaamplairaa  originaux  dont  la  couvartura  an 
papiar  aat  Imprimaa  lont  filmaa  an  eommancani 
par  la  pramiar  plat  at  an  tarminant  soit  par  la 
darni*ra  paga  qui  comporta  una  amprainta 
d'Impraaaion  ou  d'illuatration,  aoil  par  la  sacond 
plat,  aalon  la  eaa.  Toua  laa  aulraa  aaamplairaa 
originaux  aont  fllmta  an  eommancant  par  la 
pramMra  paga  qui  comporta  una  amprainta 
d'impraaaion  ou  d'illuatration  at  an  tarminant  par 
la  darniAr*  paga  qui  comporta  una  taila 
amprainta. 


Tha  laat  racordad  frama  on  aach  microficha 
ahall  contain  tha  symbol  -^  (moaning  "CON- 
TINUEO").  or  tha  aymbel  ▼  Imaaning  "END"!, 
whichawar  appliaa. 

Mapa.  plataa.  charts,  ate.  may  ba  filmad  at 
diffarant  raductien  ratios.  Thosa  too  larga  to  ba 
antiraly  includad  in  ona  axposura  ara  filmad 
baginning  in  tha  uppar  laft  hand  cornar.  laft  to 
right  and  top  to  bottom,  as  many  framas  aa 
raquirad.  Tha  following  diagrama  illuatrata  tha 
maihod: 


Un  daa  symbolats  suivanta  apparaifa  sur  la 
darni*ra  imaga  da  chaqua  micrefi..ia.  salon  la 
caa:  la  symbola  — »  aignifia  "A  SUIVRE",  la 
aymbela  V  aignifia  "FIN". 

Laa  eanaa.  planchaa,  tablaaux.  ate.  pauvant  atra 
filmto  t  daa  Uux  da  rtduction  diff*rania. 
Loraqua  la  documant  aat  trap  grand  pour  atra 
raproduit  an  un  saul  clich*.  il  aat  filma  a  partir 
da  I'angla  suptriaur  gaucha.  da  gaucha  i  droita. 
at  da  haut  an  baa.  an  pranant  la  nombra 
d'imagaa  nacaaaaira.  Laa  diagrammaa  suivanta 
llluatrant  la  mattioda. 


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Miooconr  resoiution  test  chadt 

(ANSI  and  ISO  lEST  CHART  No.  2) 


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1905 


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TO     MY     FRIEND 

HALVOR    HAUCH 


CONTENTS 


PAtiK 

The  Probationeu 3 

A  Soti  OF  Anak 37 

The  Mercy  of  the  Fuost 69 

A  Drummer  o^  the  Qkeen 95 

The  Freckled  Fooi 117 

A  Son  of  Copper  Sin 133 

A  Saga  of  54° 149 

The  Black  Factor 179 

Am  Iliau  op  the  Snow^ 205 

The  Devil's  Mttskeg 227 

A  Slip  of  the  Noose 253 

A  Tale  of  the  Pasquia  Post 279 

Matty's  Christmas  Present 299 


THE    PROBATIONER 


THE    PROBATIONER 


PULLING  up  his  ponies  on  the  crest  of  a  long 
divide,  Jalie  Mattheson  extended  his  whip  and 
growled: 

"  Yon's  the  school.  Thar's  where  we  hold  meet- 
ing." 

The  minister  who  sat  beside  him  shivered  as  he 
looked  down  on  the  wintry  land.  A  twenty-mile 
wind  plus  sixty  degrees  of  frost  is  not  produc- 
tive of  warmth,  and  the  bitter  prospect  added 
a  chill  to  their  rigors.  All  about  them  clumps  of 
ragged  poplar  blotched  the  whiteness.  Far  off  a 
range  of  hills  thrust  sc-  'b-crowned  poaks  against  a 
livid  sky;  the  snowy  res  were  lifeless.  In  the 
east  a  sad  spruce  forest  blackly  loomed.  Over  all 
brooded  the  silence. 

The  vastness  of  it  all,  the  solitude,  the  blanched, 
far-reaching  desolation,  awed  and  oppressed  the 
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The   PaoBATioNEB 

InT  .T.    ^*  ""^  '°  '^^''"''  ^'°^  the  smug 

oad-ruled  Eastern  townships.    Hard,  cruel,  bruti 

.te  utter  savagery  rer.lled  the  eye  and  sickened  the 

^    "Settlement's  behind  the  ridge,"  Jake  added, 
hee  It  m  five  mmutes.    Git  up,  thar'" 
In  less  than  the  specified  time  the  minister - 

looked  down  on  the  pastorate  to  which  he  had  been 
called  on  probation.  Its  appearance  was  not  in^ 
sp^rmg  Over  a  wide  range  of  rolling  prairie  a  score 
or  so  of  shanties  were  thinly  scattered  Rude  they 
all  were-some  built  of  sod,  others  of  rough  un^ 

arte ^ff  ?".? "" " '"° '"'"^•^^ ^ -- dsto"; 
and,  to  offset  the  pretensions  of  these,  still  othei 
were  sm^ply  mounds  of  straw  threshed  over  loos^ 
pole  frames.  Grim,  inhospitable  -  looking,  they 
stood  amid  unfeneed  fields,  their  spurting  colmnS 
of  wood  smoke  alone  suggesting  a  note  of  chee" 

"CoM°   ShoTw';„'°"''  '""  '^'  '^"^•^^  '^^d. 
told?    Shore!    We'll  soon  be  thar  ■' 

Glancmg  quickly  up,  the  student  saw  that  a 

smde  was  softening  the  lines  of  the  man's  grim 

visage.    Amazed,  he  tried  to  think  what  in  that 

bleak  prospect  could  call  forth  a  touch  of  feeling 

and  wondered  if  he,  too,  would  some  day  come  to 

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The  Probationer 

love  it.  It  did  not  seem  possible.  Stern  and  for- 
bidding, the  land  frowned  upon  him  in  its  cold- 
ness. 

So  steeped  was  he  in  this  mood  that  he  took  no 
heed  of  the  trail.    Scrub,  bluff,  and  snowy  waste 
passed  by  m  dim  procession  until  a  shout,  a  crash 
and  the  sudden  impact  of  his  own  body  against  the 
dashboard  effectually  aroused  him. 

Turning  quickly  about  a  bluff,  they  had  run  into 
a  mounted  man  and  just  missed  a  girl  who  rode 
bchmd  him.  When  the  student  recovered  and 
looked  around,  the  man  was  pinn.d  in  the  deep 
snow  beneath  his  beast,  while  the  girl  sat  her 
bronco  and  looked  on  with  an  expression  of  half 
amusement,  half  concern. 

"Jake,"  yelled  the  fallen  man,  "kain't  you  give 
me  a  hand?" 

But  Jake's  bronci  were  showing  what  a  Western 
pony  can  do  in  the  .ine  of  kicking  when  he  humps 
himself,  and  Jake  said  so  in  terras  that  were  any- 
thing but  polite.  Uttering  an  oath,  the  young 
fellow  continued  his  struggles  until  the  student 
jumped  from  the  sleigh  and  raised  the  fallen  beast 
Then  growling  surly  thanks,  he  rose  and  dusted 
the  snow  from  his  moose-skin  coat. 

"Jake,"  he  growled,  "I'll  take  up  a  subscription 

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to  buy  you  a  string  o'  bolls.  You  came  round  thet 
bluff  slick  as  death." 

A  contemptuous  grin  wrinkled  the  settler's  gnarl- 
ed front.  "Yer  oars  is  long  enough,"  he  snarled. 
"  Put  the  gal  ahead  nex'  time,  McCloud.  She  ain't 
deaf." 

Flushing  angri'y,  the  young  fellow  made  a  sharp 
retort,  which  the  settler  answered.  While  they 
were  exchanging  personal  opinions,  the  student  took 
note  of  the  girl.  She  was  surveying  his  clerical  garb 
with  a  half-curious,  half-quizzical  glance.  At  first 
he  had  taken  her  for  a  boy,  for  she  rode  astride. 
Western  fashion,  and  her  long  hair  was  coiled  be- 
neath her  cap;  bu^  the  small  waist,  large  eyes,  and 
unmistakably  fenunine  hips  quickly  undeceived 
him.  Pretty,  he  thought,  turning  his  eyes  from  her 
short  riding-skirc,  but— so  bold!  No  women  of  his 
acquaintance  ever  rode  that  way. 

"Wal,"  finished  Mattheson,  "I  kain't  stop  to 
bandy  words  with  no  fool  idgit.  Git  up,  thar! 
Who  is  he?"  Jake  answered  to  his  companion  when 
the  ponies  were  once  more  flying  along  the  trail. 
"  Ye'U  find  out  soon  enough.  Him  an'  thet  gal  hov 
kept  us  out  of  a  minister  for  more'n  half  a  year. 
Her  name's  Walton,  Ruth  Walton,  an'  she's  the 
derndest  little  minx  west  o'  Winnipeg.     Why,"  he 


TiiE   Probationer 


ejaculated,  slapping  his  thigh,  "she  jest  runs  the 
vestry."  Tlien,  with  a  rueful  grin  that  yet  con- 
tained an  element  of  pride,  ho  told  how  she  had 
driven  tlie  three  probationers  back  to  the  haunts 
of  men. 

"The  first,"  he  said,  "was  a  right  smart  chap 
— you  should  hev  seen  him  spank  the  Bible:  but 
Ru*a  took  a  mislikin'  to  his  hair.  Said  it  was  too 
straight,  an'  —  well,  he  hed  to  go."  The  student 
blushed  as  he  remembered  that  his  call  had  con- 
tained the  rather  unusual  request  for  a  photograph 
and  a  snip  of  his  hair.  "Yes,"  Jake  repeated,  "he 
hed  to  go,  for  Ruth  raised  the  boys  agin  "-im  an' 
made  his  place  hotter  'n  blazes.  The  next  chap," 
he  mused,  pulling  out  and  biting  off  nearly  half  a 
plug  of  tobacco,  "  was  a  lettle  too  pale  in  the  gills  for 
her  taste — didn't  care  much  'bout  him;  but  the 
third  was  a  jim  dandy.  Licked  two  of  the  boys,  an' 
put  some  backbone  in  the  vestry.  Thought  we  was 
agoin'  to  keep  him,  but"— he  sighed— "man  thet  is 
born  of  weemen  is  small  pertaters  an'  few  in  a  hill. 
The  derned  fool  hed  to  go  an'  fall  in  love  with 
Ruth.  Thet  fixed  him.  She  made  such  a  show 
of  tuc  critter  thet  we  fired  him  slick.  She  'lowed," 
the  settler  finished,  as  the  ponies  pulled  up  in  front 
of  his  door,  "thet  you  was  a  likely-lookin'  chap. 


The    PnonATioNER 

But,  Lordy,"  he  dubiously  added,  "  there's  no  tellin'. 
You  hain't  got  the  beef  o'  the  last  chap,  an'  the 
boys  might  notion  to  hustle  you  theirselves.  Mr. 
Ritchie,  wife,"  he  said  to  the  feminine  duplicate 
of  himself  who  just  then  opened  '  iie  door.  "He's 
agoin'  to  board  with  us.    Hustle  oupper." 


II 


The  remainder  of  that  week  the  new  minister  spent 
in  making  house-to-house  calls,  and  everywhere  he 
went  h<i  heard  more  of  Ruth  and  her  tricks.  She 
was,  he  learned,  an  only  daughter,  the  child  of  an 
English  settler  of  whom  little  was  known  save  tliat 
his  speech  and  bearing  proclaimed  him  o'  good 
family — such  are  plenty  in  the  Northland,  whose 
vast  womb  lends  itself  to  the  burying  of  secrets.  Of 
her  mother  still  less  was  known,  but  one  or  two  who 
had  seen  the  portrait  which  hung  in  her  father's 
room  said  that  Ruth  came  honestly  by  her  beauty. 

Yet,  despite  her  ancestry,  Ruth  was  a  child  of  the 
plains.  Motherless  at  three,  she  grew  up  free  as  the 
Northern  air,  unconventional  as  the  wide  plains, 
saucy  as  a  blackbird.  She  was  a  thorn  in  the  side 
of  the  settlement  preachers,  the  dollars  of  whose 
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The    Probationer 

salary  numbered  less  than  the  pains  «he  inflicted 
upon  them. 

One  Sunday  she  came  to  church  clad  in  a  ddcoiletd 
gown  which  she  had  fished  from  her  dead  mother's 
belongings,  and  so  horrified  the  preacher  that  he 
broke  down  in  his  sermon.  Another  time  she  sur- 
reptitiously conveyed  cigars  into  meeting  and  helped 
the  boys  to  smoke  them.  Sh«  had  piayed  dancing 
tunes  on  the  church  organ  after  a  Sabbath  service, 
and  offered  the  minister  the  loan  of  a  yellow-backed 
novel.  All  these  things  and  many  others,  with  ad- 
ditions, su>'tractions,  surmises,  and  suggestions, 
were  poured  into  the  young  minister's  ears  by  shrewd 
mothers  of  marriageable  daughters,  who  also  main- 
tained that  the  things  the  girl  had  done  were  only 
a  trifle  less  scandalous  than  those  she  had  left  un- 
done. In  view  of  which  revelations  the  calm  coun- 
tenance the  minister  held  at  his  first  meeting  covered 
a  fair  degree  of  nervousness. 

The  attendance  was  large  at  that  meeting.  On 
the  school  benches  were  crowded  the  settlers  from 
twenty  miles  around  —  long,  lean  men,  angular 
women,  and  young  girls  from  whose  tender  bones 
hard  work  and  harder  fare  had  worn  the  flesh.  In 
the  latter,  youth  constituted  the  sole  claim  to  beauty; 
and  as  the  minister  mentally  compared  their  washed- 
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The    P  n  o  b  a  t  I  o  X  k  r 

out  prcttincss  with  the  rich  bloom  of  tho  Rirl  ho  met 
on  the  trail,  he  easily  divined  the  sourco  of  her 
power  over  the  vestry.  As  always,  its  mrmbcrs 
had  paid  conscious  or  unconscious  tribute  to  tho 
strongest  influence  which  can  be  brought  to  bear 
upon  their  svx. 

As  he  rose  from  silent  prayer,  he  found  himself 
looking  into  her  face.  She  was  sitting  on  tho  front 
bench,  almost  within  roach  of  his  hand.  In  her 
eyes  was  the  quizzical  look  of  their  first  mooting, 
only  to  it  she  had  added  a  touch  of  insolence.  As 
their  eyes  met,  she  turned  and  whispered  to  McCloud, 
who  sit  beside  her: 

ot  quite  up  to  sample." 

J.  :ht  as  it  was,  the  minister  heard,  and  the 
girl  vw  that  he  hoard.  She  saw  him  flush,  and 
noted  with  secret  admiration  the  swift  tightening 
of  the  lips  that  controlled  the  sudden  pulse  and 
turned  his  face  to  stone.  In  the  brief  glance  that 
flashed  between  them,  each  read  consciousness  of 
the  situation  and  answered  the  other's  challenge. 
Rising,  the  minister  proceeded  with  the  service. 

After  tho  hymns  he  preached  a  sermon  suited  to 
his  hearers,  using  common  words,  freely  illustrating, 
strictly  avoiding  metaphor  and  trick.s  of  rhetori'\ 
And  as  he  warmed  to  his  work  he  forgot  Ruth, 


T  II  K     P  R  O  n  A  T  I  ()  V  K  R 

McCIoud,  anil  the?  Rtaring,  curioux  settlers.  He  saw 
only  a  greut  iniiK-rsonality  that  onibodioj  sin,  un- 
liappiness,  and  all  the  ills  that  man  is  heir  to.  At 
this  he  preaoheil,  counselling,  advising,  exhorting, 
pxt)luining,  laying  down  an  earnest,  practical  rule 
of  life.  As  he  talked,  curio.sity  waned  and  gave 
plac('  to  an  eager,  bntathlcss  interest.  Leaning  for- 
ward, the  iK'ople  took  the  words  from  his  lips;  ari<l 
when,  at  the  end  of  an  hour  he  closed  the  Bible,  a 
heavy  sigh  paid  him  the  tribute  of  susfjended  breath. 

Now  that  his  eyes  were  once  more  free,  they  drew 
naturally  to  the  front  bench.  Ruth  was  looking 
coldly  indifferent.  He  had  not  seen  her  attempts  at 
calm  abstraction  while  he  was  preaching,  nor  the 
flusliing  color  which  marked  her  failure.  Sighing, 
he  rose  and  pronounced  the  benediction. 

W'Liie  the  minister  exchanged  greetings  with  their 
wives  and  daughters,  the  vestry-men  discussed  his 
merits  in  the  stable.  Jake  Matthcson— who  was 
boarding  the  minister,  and  therefore  wiis  biased  in 
his  opinions— opined  that  there  were  "  no  'tatcr-bugs 
crawlin'  on  him."  Si,  Jake's  brother  and  the  biggest 
man  in  the  settlement,  endorsed  the  verdict  in  a 
voice  of  thunder.  Old  Jemmy  Hodges,  a  weazened 
stick  of  a  man,  thought  in  a  high  squeal  that  tiie 
preaching  sampled  well,  but  cost  his  vote  for  a 
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The   Probationer 

married  minister.  He  always  had  maintained  that 
none  but  a  woman  could  put  k  sing-straps  on  Ruth. 
Of  this  Si  Mattheson  was  not  so  sure;  anyway,  he 
was  in  favor  of  giving  the  lad  a  show.  If  he  did'the 
job-well;  if  not,  then  they  could  call  a  married 
man. 

"Let  him  fight  his  fight,"  Si  finished;  "an'  if  he 
wins  out,  I'm  for  callin'  him  for  keeps." 

"So're  we!"  chorused  the  others. 

F'or  the  next  month  that  fight  went  on  in  rather 
desultory  style.  The  boys  were  feeling  their  man. 
Apart  from  a  little  giggling  in  meeting,  and  one  or 
two  attempts  to  be  funny  at  the  minister's  expense, 
they  had  not  committed  themselves.  And  before 
these  preliminary  skirmishes  developed  into  any- 
thing serious  a  furious  storm  burst  over  the  settle- 
ment and  winter  closed  down  with  the  snap  of  a 
trap. 

It  was  the  hardest  season  in  thirty  years— seven 
white  months,  a  yard  of  snow  on  the  level,  and  a 
mean  temperature  of  thirty-five  below.  Smoke 
columns,  ascending  from  amid  huge  drifts,  marked 
the  sites  of  buried  cabins.  Landmarks  were  obliter- 
ated, and  twenty  feet  of  snow  banked  in  the  bluffs. 
Travel,  except  on  well-beaten  roads,  was  almost 
impossible,  and  social  life-meagre  at  the  best  of 
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^^^t~'''-  mi  :^:mEmir 


The   Probationer 

times-languished.  To  give  this  a  fillip,  and  to 
break  the  monotony  of  existence,  Ritchie  enlisted 
the  aid  of  such  young  folk  as  possessed  talent,  and 
got  up  a  Christmas  entertainment  that  was  to  be 
long  remembered  because  of  certain  numbers  which 
did  not  appear  on  the  programme. 

On  the  night  of  the  social,  he  found  Si  Mattheson 
waiting  for  him  outside  the  school. 

"There's  agoin'  to  be  trouble,"  Si  said,  in  a 
rumbling  whisper.  "The  boys  hev  a  keg  in  the 
stable,  an'  they've  been  hittin'  it  hard." 

Ritchie   heard   in   silence.    He   looked   at   the 
school.    Out  of  the  darkness  its  windows  punched 
warm  squares  of  light,   through   the  open  door 
floated  laughter  and  the  hum  of  voices.    Above  him 
millions  of  cold  stars  gemmed  the  void.    The  north- 
wester breathed  an  icy  breath.     Across  the  north 
Aurora  Borealis  waved  her  shimmering  veils  of  fire 
He  shivered.    Chicken-hearted,  Si  wondered' 
'I  Where  is  that  keg?"  Ritchie  suddenly  inquired. 

Tucked  on  top  o'  the  roof-logs." 
-Turning,  the  minister  vanished  in  the  darkness 
Si  heard  the  stable  door  open,  and  just  about  the 
time  his  slow  wits  began  to  comprehend  the  minis- 
ter's purpose  there  came  a  crash,  a  splash,  and  a 
strong  spirituous  smell  drifted  down  the  wind     Si 

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The   Probationrr 

gasped,  and  before  he  recovered  his  normal  poise 
the  minister's  voice  sounded  close  beside  him. 

"Come  along,"  he  said.    "The  people  are  wait- 
ing." 

North,  south,  east,  and  west,  every  trail  had 
poured  the  settlers  into  the  school-house,  j  vas 
crammed— men,  women,  and  children  packi  '  the 
benches  and  lined  the  walls.  In  the  far  corner  a 
score  of  young  men  herded  together;  half  of  these 
were  Canadians,  and  the  remainder  either  English 
•remittance-men  or  Barnardo  boys,  grafts  of  the 
London  slums  transplanted  to  a  sterner  and  healthier 
soil.  Their  flushed  faces  proclaimed  the  owners  of 
the  keg  fully  as  much  as  their  actions.  They  were 
playing  rough  jokes  upon  one  another,  and  at  the 
minister's  entrance  they  set  up  a  hoarse  laugh. 

In  a  glance  Ritchie  sized  the  situation;  then,  cool, 
calm,  almost  indifferent,  he  mounted  the  platform 
and  gave  out  the  first  number.  This,  a  quartet,  the 
boys  allowed  to  go  by  without  interference,  applaud- 
ing vociferously  at  its  close;  but  later  in  the  evening 
they  began  to  interject  remarks,  stamping  to  the 
music,  doing  their  utmost  to  confuse  the  perform- 
ers. At  times  they  became  positively  uproarious, 
yet  through  it  all  the  minister  kept  his  head. 
At  the  end  of  each  number  he  rose,  made  some 
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The   Probationer 

happy  comment,  announced  the  next  number,  and 
sat  down  unruffled. 

"He's  got  nerve,"  Jake  Mattheson  whispered 
to  Si. 

"Takes  muscle  to  hold  this  crowd,"  the  latter 
pessimistically  responded. 

At  last  Ritchie  stepped  forward  to  give  his  own 
number — a  humorous  monologue.  Coolly,  as  if 
enjoying  perfect  silence,  he  spoke  the  first  few 
sentences.  They  could  not  be  heard;  still  he  held 
on,  and  soon,  perhaps  moved  by  curiosity,  the  dis- 
turbers abated  their  noise.  Little  by  little  it 
lessened  until  he  had  almost  perfect  order.  It 
appeared  as  if  he  had  won  out;  but  just  when  he 
paused  to  emphasize  a  line,  a  jeer  broke  on  the 
stillness. 

\  hush  followed.  The  remark  contained  so  vile 
an  insult  that  even  the  corner  refused  to  father  it. 
The  people  in  front  turned  sharply  round,  those  in 
the  rear  loi,ked  ^^heepishly  ahead;  all  were  excited, 
only  the  minister  maintained  his  coolness.  He 
waited  amid  dead  silence.  He  did  not  know  the 
speaker,  but  there  was  no  mistaking  the  accent;  and 
just  when  the  stillness  was  becoming  oppressive  he 
launched  a  retort  that  was  sharper  than  a  locust's 
thorn.    Quick,  apt,  biting,  it  covered  the  principal 

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The   Probationer 

failings  of  a  remittance-man,  and  left  a  ripple  of 
suggestion  flowing  in  its  wake. 

A  roar  of  laughter  followed.  Ritchie's  retort  was 
a  master-stroke.  It  aroused  instantly  the  fierce 
jealousy  which  obtains  between  Briton  and  Colonial 
and  set  the  corner  by  the  ears.  The  Canadian^ 
jomrd  in  the  laugh  against  their  fellows,  and  kept 
good  order  unt.l.  just  when  the  last  number  had 
been  given  out,  a  window  suddenly  flew  up  and  a 
raucous  voice  roared  : 

"All  hands  to  take  a  drink!" 

Instantly  the  man  nearest  the  window  vaulted  out- 
then   feet  first,  headlong,  sideways,  any  way,  S 

mitteT  n'''  T'k'''  ^'''^  °'  '""^'"^^  hand«  per- 
m.tted,  Barnardo  boys,  Canadians,  and  remittance- 
men  streamed  after.  When  the  last  rolled  over  the 
sill,  Ritchie  rose  to  dismiss  the  meeting,  but  had 
scarcely  spoken  the  last  word  when  an  tgry  yell 
rose  on  the  outside,  and  a  scurry  of  feet  came  back 
from  the  stable.  A  whisper  passed  around  the  room 
hi„?f  «P'lled  tneir  liquor,  an'  they're  a  layin'  for 

The  minister  went  on  buttoning  his  gloves.  Wom- 
™g'»nced  fearfully  in  his  direction  and  whispered 
witn  their  husbands,  but  these  shook  their  heads. 
It  was  the  minister's  quarrel;  if  he  couldn't  hold  his 

16 


The    PnonATioNER 

own  he  was  no  good  in  that  settlement.    Curious 
eyes   turned   on  him   as  he  strode   towards  the 

As  he  passed  out,  his  eye  fell  on  Ruth  Walton 
Her  face  was  a  study  of  emotion-anger,  fear,  appre- 
hei^ion  alternated  in  quick  succession.  Her  eyes 
said  stay,  but  her  proud  red  mouth  locked  firmly 
on  the  wonls.  In  that  strangely  composite  ex- 
pression he  read  what  he  had  to  expect. 

Smiling  he  stepped  outside.  A  late  moon  shed  a 
flood  of  silver  on  the  dark  crowd  surging  about  the 
door.  Its  many  faces  were  black  with  anger,  bitter 
with  prejudice. 

"Where  you  agoin' ?"  a  voice  growled,  and  a  man 
stumbled  heavily  against  him. 

It  was  McCloud.  Whirling  quickly  round,  Ritchie 
struck  with  all  his  heart-a  smart,  clean  blow  that 
landed  with  a  whiplike  crack  and  drew  a  yell  of 
faerce  delight  from  the  crowding  men 

"  ^f "  f  gt^t'"  they  howled.  "  Go  in,  Jim.  an'  give 
him  fits!"  ^ 

McCloud  needed  no  prompting.  Recovering  from 
his  surprise,  he  came  with  a  rush;  but,  before  he 
could  strike,  a  heavy  body  split  the  ring;  he  was 
seized  about  the  waist  and  hurled  headlong  in  the 
snow.  ^ 

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ISM^TP* 


TiiR    Pro  RATION- 1 


Si  Matthoson  roared.    "My  night  nut! 


"Next!" 
Noxt!" 

The  crack  of  the  minister's  fist  had  roused  the 
fiercest  fighting-blood  in  sixteen  counties.  The  man 
was  a  berserk.  His  face  gleamed  white  and  stern, 
his  eyes  were  steel  rays,  his  huge  figure  loomed 
larger  in  the  tender  light. 
"Next!"  he  shouted. 

"This  ain't  your  quarrel,"  a  voice  grumbled;  then 
its  owner  fled  precipitately  to  avoid  the  sudden 
clutch  of  the  giant's  hands. 

"No  one?"  Si  challenged,  walking  to  and  fro  in 
the  ring. 

From  the  way  the  crowd  shrank  from  his  threaten- 
ing fist  he  might  have  been  a  giant  of  old  and  they 
pygmies  of  the  fable.  One  or  two  men  on  the  edge 
of  the  ring  slunk  off  to  the  stable.  They  had  seen 
big  Jim  McCIoud  lifted  and  shot  like  a  stone  from  a 
sling— that  was  enough.  He  was  slowly  extricating 
himself  from  the  deep  drift  which  had  broken  his  fall. 
Curious  faces  peered  from  the  school  door.  It  was  a 
dark  picture,  antl  the  pallid  moon  framed  it  in 
gleaming  silver. 

"Look  here,  Mr.  Matthcson,"  the  minister  said, 
laying  a  hand  on  the  giant's  arm,  "  I'm  perfectly  able 
to  fight  my  own  battles." 
IS 


T  H  K     P  R  O  n  A  T  I  ()  N  R  R 

"  I  believn  you,"  Si  niniblpd,  "  liut  you  don't  have 
to  when  I'm  iiround.  Prcachiii's  your  lay.  Come 
on  now,  won't  you?" 

But  the  ring  scattered  for  the  stable,  from  the 
shadow  of  which  a  voice  yelled : 

"You  think  you're  smart,  Si  Mattheson,  but  we'll 
ketch  him  alone  one  o'  these  ('ays!" 

"You  will,  will  you?"  Si  growled. 

With  the  rush  of  a  charging  grizzly  he  swept  down 
on  the  stable,  but  before  he  had  covered  half  the 
ground  a  whip  cracked  and  a  double  team  dashed 
off  down  the  trail.  The  sleigh  was  black  with  men, 
and  as  it  flew  along  their  savage  yells  came  floating 
back.  A  minute  and  they  were  out  of  sight;  then, 
one  by  one,  the  settlers  hitched  and  followed. 

"Thet  was  a  right  smart  fillip  you  give  McCloud," 
Jake  Mattheson  said  to  the  minister  as  they  drove 
home,  "an'  it  served  you  wc^ll.  Si'd  sooner  fight 
than  eat,  but  he'd  hov  let  the  boys  tear  you  in  bits 
if  you  hedn't  s,hown  grit.  They'll  shorely  lay  for 
you,"  he  added,  comfortingly. 


Ill 


And  doubtless  they  would  have  if  opportunity 
had  waited  on  inclination,  but  after  Christmas  an- 

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The   I'lionATioNER 

other  wild  storm  burst  over  the  settlement  For 
ten  days  ,t  raged  without  let,  and,  though  it  thon 
eased  for  a  single  night,  the  next  morning  the  wind 
veered  southeast  and  blew  a  perfect  gale.  Storm 
followed  storm  in  quick  succession;  for  weeks  the 
a.r  was  thick  as  a  fleece,  and  the  temperatures 
.iropped  below  the  record.  In  two  months  the 
mercury  never  once  thawed,  the  spirit  thermometers 
often  read  down  to  sixty-five  below. 

In  the  cabins  meals  froze  on  the  table,  meat  was 
chopped  with  an  axe  for  the  pot,  bread  came  hard 
as  a  bnck  from  the  box.  Though  one  might  keep 
from  freezing,  it  was  impossible  to  get  warm  Men 
sat  close  up  to  red-hot  stoves  that  were  swallowing 
a  cord  of  wood  a  day,  and  yet  shivered  with  the  cold 
at  their  backs.  In  that  frozen  purgatory  passion 
languished,  vendettas  were  laid  a.side,  and  petty 
jealousies  dwarfed  to  their  very  seeds. 

At  the  end  of  January  the  leaden  "sky  was  still 
feeding  fat  the  .Irifts.  One  morning  Ritchie  sat  in 
his  little  study  under  the  gable  of  Jake  Mattheson's 
house.  The  window  was  heavily  frosteU,  but  by 
breathing  on  a  pane  he  had  cleared  a  spot  through 
which  he  presently  .spied  a  dark  object  la»oring 
through  the  drift.  A  man  was  coming  along  the 
trail  towards  the  house. 
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The  Probation  En 

Springing  up,  Ritchie  ran  down-stairs,  and  as  he 
threw  open  the  door  Si  Mattheson  came  stamping 
a  ong  the  veranda.  "Any  o'  you  folics  seen  anythin' 
0  McCloud  of  late?"  he  asked.  "There  warn't  no 
smoke  comm'  from  his  shanty  this  mornin'  " 

"Mebbe  he's  away,"  Jake  suggested,  looking  up 
from  his  place  by  the  stove. 

Si  shook  hi.s  head.     "Might  hev  been  teaming 
wood,     he  ailowe,],  "but  thet  don't  count     His 
out  trail  goes  by  my  door,  an'  there  hain't  been  a 
track  on  it  in  three  weeks.    Better  come  along  o' 
me  an  see  what's  doin'." 
"Wait  a  minute,"  said  Ritchie,  "and  I'll  go  too  " 
McCloud,  who  was  a  bachelor,  lived  alone  in  a 
I.t  le  log  shanty  a  couple  of  miles  to  the  north  of 
Jakes;  but,  short  as  the  distance  was,  it  took  the 
three  men,  spelling  one  another  on  the  lead,  two 
hours  to  make  it-two  hours  of  heart-breaking 
wind-trying  labor.    About  the  shanty  there  was  no 
sign  of  life.    The  wind  whirled    the    flying   scud 
drearily  around  its  corners,  the  hissing  drift  flew 
by,  a  huge  white  mound  banked  the  door  to  the 
very  latch. 

"Look's  bad,"  Si  muttered,  as  he  kicked  the  cum- 
bering snow  aside;  then,  as  he  threw  open  the  door 
he  whistled  his  astonishment.  ' 

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T  H  K     P  H  (I  B  A  T  I  O  N  K  n 

Inside,  tho  cabin  was  coniplotHy  guttod-floorinit 
rafters,  bedstead,  table,  stools,  everything  in- 
flammable  was  gone.  The  cold  stove  straddled  two 
floor -joists.  In  the  far  corner,  wrapped  in  his 
blankets,  lay  Mc^^loud. 

A  wooic  before  he  ha.l  run  out  of  wood,  and,  taking 
a.lvantage  of  a  liti  in  the  drift,  he  had  gone  to  the 
bush  to  cut  u  load.  H(,  ha.l  to  break  new  tr-il  all 
the  way,  and  it  was  late  in  the  afternoon  when  he 
oa,  <.,!  oi.  the  last  .stick.  Twice  on  the  way  home 
h.s  Ioa<l  up.set,  an.l  ius  he  reloaded  the  last  time  the 
wmd  rose  and  walled  him  in  circling  clouds  of  snow. 
If  li  had  held  to  the  one  quarter,  he  might  have 
ma  le  h,s  shanty;  but  presently  the  stonn  slewed  to 
the  east. 

No  team  can  face  the  raw  east  wind  when  it 
carnes  seventy  degrees  of  frost.     McCloud's  oxen 
fell  off  before  ,t.    Towards  evening  he  threw  off  his 
oad  an,    travelled  light,  hoping  to  strike  some  set- 
ter s  eabm;  but  his  team  were  headed  away  from 
the  settled  lands.    Hou^  of  tumultuous  darkness  en- 
sued dunng  which  he  wandered  like  a  lost  soul  in  a 
black  voul.     He  folt  himself  freezing,  but  had  no 
reme,lv  untd  a  merciful  shift  of  wind  turned  his  oxen 
home;  and  ,t  was  n.idnight  when,  wif-  badly  frozen 
leet,  he  crawled  into  his  cabin. 
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m,1Ml 


TllR     IMl(inATIO\F,  R 

"  Hed  to  hnv  ii  fire,"  lu'  said,  looking  shoopishly  at 
the  n>ini.st(!r,  "  an'  for  the  hia'  five  days  I  iicpt  her 
agoin'  with  the  fixin's.  Burned  'orn  all,"  he  added, 
with  a  wave  of  his  hand.  "  Would  hev  started  on 
the  stable  logs,  but  thcni  plaguey  feet  hold  mo 
down." 

While  Jake  and  Si  cut  the  stable  mangers  into 
stove  wood,  Ritchie  exaniineil  McCloud's  feet.  In 
preparing  for  a  frontier  pastorate  he  had  taken  a 
course  in  medicine,  and  he  saw  at  once  that 
while  the  left  foot  might  bo  saved,  the  right  wa-s 
hopelessly  frozen.  Ho  .saw  also  what  this  in- 
volved. As  yet  no  railroad  pierced  those  wilds. 
The  nearest  surgeon  practised  in  Winnepeg,  and 
between  him  and  them  lay  two  hunilred  miles 
of  drifted  trail.  His  decision  wa.s  quickly 
made. 

"  I  stay  here,"  he  said  to  Jake.  "  Send  my  things 
over  as  scon  as  po.ssible." 

Before  they  left.  Si  and  Jake  tore  up  the  granary 
floor  and  laid  it  in  the  shanty,  and  after  they  were 
gone  the  minister  knocked  up  a  table  and  a  set 
of  stools.  While  he  worked  McCloud  looked  on, 
ashamed.  Once  or  twice  he  shuffled  uneasily,  and 
at  last  that  which  was  on  his  mind  found  exprc-s- 
sion. 

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The   PnouATioNER 

"Say,"  he  buret  out,  "would  it  make  you  feel 
any  better  to  lam  me  one  in  the  eye?  If  it  would, 
jes  fire  away." 

When  the  minister  laughingly  refused,  he  seemed 
almost  offended. 

"  VVal,"  he  grumbled,  "  I  thought  as  you  might 
like  to  get  even.  Anyway,  you  hit  me  one  good 
crack.    Shucks,  didn't  I  see  stare  I" 

Through  all  the  next  week  the  minister  carefully 
watched  the  injured  members,  hoping  that  nature 
might  work  a  miracle;  but  when  McCloud  com- 
plained of  dull  pains  in  the  knee  and  hip,  he  knew 
thi.'.  the  operation  could  no  longer  be  deferred. 
Already  he  had  gathered  together  such  rude  ap- 
pliances as  the  settlement  afforded,  and  now  he 
called  in  Si  and  Jake. 

"Jim  stood  it  well,"  Jake  said,  describing  the 
operation  to  Jemmy  Hodges;  "but,  Lord,  man,  I 
sickened,  an'  Si  plumb  fainted." 
"An'  the  preacher?"  Jemmy  queried. 
"  Didn't  like  it  no  better  than  us,  I  reckon,"  Jake 
answered.  "  His  face  was  white  an'  sot  like  stone, 
but  he  cut  an'  stitched,  an'  ketched  up  them  art'ries 
skilful  as  a  surgeon." 

Jemmy  allowed  that  they  would  stand  some  show 
of  keeping  the  minister  after  this. 
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The  Probationer 

Jako  agreed  with  Jemmy,  and  «aid  that  the  boys 
were  swearing  by  him. 

Jemmy  dubiously  suggested  Ruth. 

Jalie  recijoned  that  she  couldn't  do  nothing  with- 
out the  boys,  and  reminded  Jemmy  that  the  minister 
hadn't  begun  on  her  yet. 

"Ruther  him  nor  me,"  finished  Jemmy. 

"Shore!"  Jake  agreed. 


IV 


For  a  week  after  the  operation  McCIoud  did  well; 
then,  suddenly,  blood  poisoning  set  in.  The  news 
flashed  through  the  settlement.  For  the  first  time 
since  they  had  been  snatching  their  bread  from  the 
hands  of  the  cruel  North,  death's  shadow  loomed 
over  the  settlers,  and  now  they  pitted  against  it 
the  sullen  determination  that  had  triumphed  over 
frost  and  drought  and  creeping  locust.  One  by 
one,  through  drift  and  blinding  storm,  they  came  to 
offer  aid,  and  none  came  empty-handed.  Each 
brought  some  rile  comfort  from  his  scanty  store; 
but,  while  McC:.idd  accepted  these,  he  refused  their 
help,  saying  quietly  to  Ritchie: 
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The   Probationbh 

"Thprr'.s  but  one  besides  yourself  as  I'd  ilk.-  to 
licv  about  me." 

"Who?"  asked  Ritchie. 
"Ruth,"  he  answered. 

And  as  if  in  an.swer  to  his  wish,  slie  oainc  that 
night.  Tlie  minister  was  sitting  by  the  bed,  apply- 
ing wot  eloths  to  the  patient's  bui-ning  head,  when 
a  (^liish  of  bells  sounded  on  the  outside. 

"Walton's!"  McCloud  exclaimed,  sitting  up. 
"He's  the  only  man  as  owns  a  double  string." 

As  he  spoke  the  door  opened  on  Ruth.  On  her 
fur  coat  frost  diamonds  sparkled,  her  face  was  flushed 
from  the  kiss  of  the  breeze. 

"All  right,  dad!"  she  called  through  the  door. 
"Good-bye!"  Then,  walking  over  to  the  bed,  she 
said:  "I've  come  to  nurse  you,  Jim." 

"J5ut,"  the  minister  began,  slightly  shocked  at 
the  novel  situation.     "But—" 

"Oh,  it's  all  right,"  she  went  on  with  calm  con- 
fidence; "I've  brought  my  blankets."    Then,  sur- 
veying him  authoritatively,  she  added:    "You're 
just  worn  out.     Go  and  lie  down." 
"But — "  he  stanmiered. 

"In   that  corner,"   she  went   on.     "Here,   you 
haven't  half  clothes  enough.     Take  my  coat  and 
spread  it  over  your  blankets." 
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T  II  K     P  U  ()  li  A  T  U)  N  E  U 


Witliout  furtlicr  protest  he  obeyed,  and  had 
scarcely  lain  down  before  he  was  fast  asleep. 

When  ho  awoke  he  stared  about  him.  The  cabin 
was  transformed.  While  he  slept  Ruth  had  sw<'pt 
the  floor,  scrubbed  the  table,  cleaned  tlie  lamp, 
wliich  now  shone  resplendent,  and  given  Jim's 
cooking-pans  a  needed  .scouring.  Neat  ami  cU^an 
herself,  slie  was  getting  breakfast  ready.  A  .savory 
smell  of  frying  bacon  fille<l  the  cabin  and  mingled 
with  tile  odors  of  coffee  antl  cooking  biscuit. 

"Well!"  the  minister  exclaimed.  "You  art;  a 
fairy  godmother!" 

"Looks  homesome,  don't  it?"  McCloud  chuckled 
from  the  bed.     "  Her  ckal  ain't  in  the  countj'." 

Later,  the  minister  came  almost  to  believe  it,  for 
as  her  days  of  imrsing  dragged  on  to  weeks  Ruth 
developed  wonderfully.  The  mother  -  love  which 
lies  dormant  in  every  girl's  heart  came  into  full 
fruitage.  She  mothered  them  both,  and  though  on 
occasion  her  maternal  authority  trenched  on  the 
bounds  of  tyranny,  it  was  exercised  in  such  a 
sweetly  pretty  way  that  slavery  under  her  would 
have  seemed  an  enviable  condition.  Other  (juali- 
ties,  too,  wer(!  expanding  in  the  girl's  nature.  The 
robustness  of  soul  that  made  her  enemy  to  the  luilk- 
and- water   type   of  [ireaclier   took  no  offence  at 


The   Probationer 

Ritchie;  and  this  first  groat  requirement  once 
satisfied,  a  natural  and  most  feminine  inclination 
towards  refinement  made  her  take  pleasure  in  his 
society  They  became  last  friends,  and  their 
triendship  was  none  the  weaker  because  she  had 
found  that  in  most  things  he  was  much  stronger 
than  herself.  ^ 

In  moments  when  their  patient  balanced  between 
life  and  death,  she  learned  to  look  to  Ritchie.  One 
night,  in  particular,  she  never  forgot.  McCloud 
was  nearing  a  crisis.  Fever  had  stripped  his  strong 
bones  of  flesh  until  from  sheer  lack  of  fuel  it  had 
burned  itself  out;  only  his  tremen.lou.  vitality 
kept  him  alive.  He  was  lying  moticni,.,.,  scarce 
breathmg,  but  suddenly,  in  the  middle  c.  H,  night 
she  heard  him  calling.  ' 

"Yes,"  she  answered,  beniling  over 
So  faintly  that  she  barely  heard,  he  whispered: 
Oood-bye.     I'm  agoin'." 

Pale,  trembling,  awed  by  this  first  glimpse  of  the 
end  of  life,  she  stood  until  Ritchie  answered  her 
sudden  call.  He  found  that  the  patient's  hands 
were  icy  cold,  chills  were  slowly  crawling  up  his 
limbs;  he  was  surely  dying. 
Stripping  off  his  coat,  the  minister  went  to  work 
"Rub  his  hands!    Slap  them!"  he  said,  and  the 

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The   PnonATioNER 

mastorful  tone  gave  her  a  sudden  thrill  and  rn- 
storod  her  courage.  "Pour  a  little  of  this  into 
his  mouth." 

He  handed  her  the  whiskey,  while  he  rubbed  the 
man  s  bo.ly  with  the  fiery  spirit.  An  hour  parsed  a 
second  a  third,  and  all  the  while  the  faint  spiHt 
.seemed  to  be  slipping,  slipping,  clipping  farther 
trom  its  clay. 

"It   ain't   no  use,"   McCloud   whispered  once. 
Let  me  go. 

"Nonsense!"  Ritchie  exclaimed,  looking  him  full 
m  the  face.     "You'll  live  to  ride  the  prairies  many 

McCloud's  eyes  wandered  to  his  face;  Ruth,  too 
ooke,  there  for  comfort,  for  she  intuitively  felt 
that  death  was  hovering  over  them.  It  was  the 
psychological  moment  when  the  attitude  of  a  sick 
man's  mind  turns  the  balance,  and  the  minister 
knew  It.  Though  morally  certain  that  McCloud 
was  dying,  he  turned  to  the  probing  eyes  a  coun- 
tenance that  was  inscrutable  and  clad  in  a  ma.sk 
of  hope.    At  last  the  patient  spoke. 

"Wal,"  he  faltered,  'I  reckon  you  know  best 
Here  goes— for— another— try!" 

And  that  try  carried  him  past  the  crisis.    He 
ought  to  have  died;  by  living  he  violated  all  prec- 

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T|[K     Prion  ATION-RR 

edents  known  to  medical  scioncp,  hut  livo  ho  did 
and,  onco  on  the  n.pnd,  tlie  rude  health  and  virile 
onergy  of  the  plainsman  brought  hini  a  ([uiok 
convalescence.  Hy  the  time  that  the  ducks  and 
geese  were  flying  north  he  was  able  to  sit  up  and  a 
week  after  they  set  him  in  the  warm  sun  by  the 
door.     Then  Ruth  went  home. 

Every  day,  however,  slie  rode  over  to  see  how  her 
patient  was  progressing,  and  after  each  visit  the 
mmister  would  walk  with  her  as  far  as  C.e  turn  of 
the  trail.     They  were  now  on  such  friendly  terms 
that  he  felt  at  liberty  to  speak  on  a  matter  which 
had  given  him  some  disquiet.     He  was  beginning  to 
assimilate  the  Western  life.     One  by  one  his  Eastern 
prejudices  had  sloughed  off,   but  as  yet  he  had 
failed  to  accustom  him.self  to  her  way  of  riding'  and 
one  day,  just  when  she  was  about  to  leave  him   he 
looked  up  suddenly  and  said: 
"I  wish  you  wouldn't  ride  like  that." 
"  Why?"  she  queried,  and  the  wond"r  that  floated 
>n  her  eyes  filled  him  with  shame  of  his  prudery 
'How  should  one  ride?"  she  naively  asked,  and  his 
(liscomfitur°  was  complete. 

"Pardon!"  he  stammered.     "I_I_I  ought  not 
to  have  said  it." 

But  she  pressed  for  an  answer.    When  ho  would 

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T  1'  R     P  K  O  B  A  T  I  O  \  K  R 

not  give  it,  she  lodo  thoughfully  away.  Next 
morning  .slm  did  not  conio,  noi  tlio  next,  nor  the 
next.  A  week  passed  l,y,  and  still  she  did  not 
come.  Once  or  twiee  he  caught  a  glimpse  of  her 
when  she  w.is  riding,  but  always  at  sight  of  him  she 
wheeled  and  rod(^  away.  He  was  now  sure  that  he 
had  given  her  mortal  offence;  but  ho  was  mistaken. 
She  was  seeing  herself  in  his  eyes,  trying  lierself  by 
his  standards.  Having  found  out  from  her  father 
how  Eastern  women  ride,  she  tried  their  fashion, 
and  after  a  fourth  tumble  pronounced  it  utterly 
hopeless. 

"Bother!"  she  exclaimed.     "It  must  be  sheep 
those  Easterners  ride!" 


Yet,  in  due  course,  the  trouble  worked  out  its 
own  end.  One  morning,  about  sunrise,  when  she 
thought  no  one  would  be  abroad,  Ruth  mounted  her 
pony.  Save  for  an  occasional  drift  in  the  shadow 
of  the  bluffs,  the  snow  wa.s  all  gone.  An  infinite 
greenness  replaced  the  whiteness  and  the  silence. 
From  under  lazy  lids  drow.sy  nature  shot  green 
glances;  the  warm  air  vibrated  to  the  song  of  the 


The   Probationrb 
birds  the  woods  softly  whispered  a  *ale  of  sunlieht 
g  mtmg  on  the  waters.    The  morning  wa    peZt 

early  on  the  trail.     He  and  Jemmy  Hodges  were  to 
rrtSi°^^'-----eU;t 

.aid^whe'!  T"\T  '^"'"^  '"  ^°°"'"  '^'  '"'ni«t«-- 
"b  ;  Jm  .  all        ,  '""^  ^'"■^"'  '"'"  °"  'he  trail; 

Jho-Us  mv  t'  ""'  """■■"'^  "-  ^P'^"  "f  the 

-llingi^thejoyofexil^Jo^^LZLV:? 
pression  m  h  s  own  soul     On  th  *         "«wtnng  ex- 

now.  ^    face  — he  understood  it 

"It  is  beautiful,"  he  murmured. 

Walkmg  on,  he  brea.s,od  a  sand-hill.  As  he  crossed 

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T  II  E     P  1{  o  n  A  T  I  O  \  E  R 

tho  ri<Jge,  Rutli  camo  galloping  up  the  rise  with  hair 
stnuiining  on  tlu-  wind. 

J" Aha   young  lady!"  ho  cried,  seizing  her  bridle. 
Now  I  ve  got  you.    Tell-why  do  you  run  from 
me?  ' 

She  looked  rebnlliously  from  under  h.-r  cloud  of 
hair.  He  was  tall;  his  eyes  almost  levelled  hers 
and  she  saw  that  while  they  were  soft,  they  were 
aI.so  very  determined.    Bowing  low,  she  said: 

"  I— I  am  so  differc-it  from  the  women  you  know. 
I — I — cannot — " 
"A-h?"  ho  breathed. 

From  her  face  his  eye  passed  over  the  rounded 
bust,  down  all  the  length  of  the  shameless,  shapely 
limbs,  and  brought  up  at  her  foot.  Within  him, 
the  man  and  his  prejudice  battled  fiercely;  but  man 
is  flame  and  woman  is  tow,  and  prairie  winds  blow 
strong.  Up  in  his  nostrils  wafted  a  sudden  sod- 
den smell  of  tho  wild  jjlains;  his  blood  thrilled 
to  the  keen  Northern  air;  in  his  veins  mad 
spring  rioted.  Stooping  quickly,  he  kissed  her 
instep. 

She  flushed  and  trembled  and  leaned  to  him,  her 
eyes  raised  to  his;  but  as  Ritchie  lifted  his  hands 
to  the  yielding  figure  there  came  a  loud  halloa,  and 
Si  Matthesou's  buggy  topped  the  rise. 

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TliR    Pro  B  AT  lo  \  ;;  R 

"Say,"  Si  rumbled,  pying  thom  curiously,  "what 
air  you  two  up  to?" 

"Oh,  shot  up,  Si!"  McCloud  grinned.    "Kain't 
you  see  when  you  ain't  wanted?    Drive  on!" 

Si  whistled,  but  sat  still  and  eyed  the  blushing 
girl  with  a  meditative  grin.  "Thet's  the  way  the 
cat  jumps,  is  it?"  he  muttered  softly.  Then,  fixing 
the  distressed  couple  with  a  fatherly  .smile,  he 
addressed  himself  to  Jemmy.  "Say,"  he  .said 
elbowing  that  antediluvian  in  the  ribs,  "don't  you' 
reckon  'at  it's  'bout  time  the  vestry  called  this  man 
for  keeps?" 

After  giving  the  subject  the  consideration  its 
gravity  demanded.  Jemmy  still  held  to  his  former 
opmion  that  a  minister  ought  to  be  married. 

Slipping  his  arm  quietly  about  Ruth's  waist,  the 
mmister  faced  the  issue. 
"  We're  going  to  be  married  next  week,"  he  said. 


A   SON    OF   ANAK 


'Wfl«»tasi'».> 


A  SON   01'  ANAK 


ON  tho  verge  f)f  tlip  Assiniboinp  Valley  a  steiuii 
thresher  boomed,  anil  whined,  and  rattled  its 
slats,  and  whistled  impatiently  for  liquid  wherewith 
to  quench  its  fi  thirst.  Its  boiler  tubes  were  hot, 
hot  as  the  stoker's  temper — a  hundred  and  eighty 
degrees  Dy  the  gauge— and  that  son  of  Wilcan 
fretted  as  if  it  were  his  own  bowels  that  suffered 
flame.  Jerking  on  the  whistle,  he  said  scarlet 
things  to  the  water-hauler,  who  transmuted  them 
into  sulphurous  speech  while  dipping  from  the 
river,  eight  hundnnl  feet  below. 

"Can't  make  steam  without  water!"  growled  tho 
stoker,  and  shook  his  fist  at  the  feeder,  who  was 
signalling  for  more  power. 

In  the  midst  of  a  black  smut  pall,  a  forty-inch 

separator  whirled  red  arms  like  a  squib  in  a  cloud 

of  ink.     From  its  brazen  larynx  hurtled  a  vibrant, 

thunderous  song  that  followed  the  feeder's  hand 

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TlIK     I'ltOHATlON  KR 

both  up  and  down  the  scnlo     \t 

"Plit  its  larmoni,"     si  "^  *"  accidental 

earners  and  mvopt  r,       ,■      ."""'.""=  '^''chmg 

<i«or  of  .ho  i„,ii„  „,  j„„  7. rm°f ;° "" 

3S 


.'«''■• 


A   Sox    ,  1  F   A \  \ K 

A  flowor  of  a  RiH  „,«  L.>tti.--pi„k,  plump,  tall 
will,  a  sweet  he  rifting  th,,,ugl,  ,awny  el„i.,|s  ..f 
hair.  Iler  mouth  w;i.s  ri|K-  for  kis.sinK,  tliousi.  it- 
,  cordmg  to  n.port,  it  was  yet  unkksed.  She  'vvls 
modest,  too,  ,H  b,.ca>ue  a  girl  brought  up  in  the 
shadow  of  a  mission;  yet  within  her  wre  sprouting 
the  gorms  of  a  very  healthy  curiosity  anent  the 
sterner  sex,  as  evidenced  by  this  journ.y  to  see  the 
wheat. 

Within  the  log  granary  there  was  cool  respite 
from  the  stewy  kitchen  with  its  satiating  smells, 
.•ind  the  girls  sat  on  a  wagon  .seat  and  gazed  dreamdy 
out  on  the  threshing.  Through  the  phtsterle.ss 
ehmks  a  breeze  came  to  toy  with  th.'ir  hair 
;;  Dear  me!"  mu.sed  Kate.  •'  How  busy  thev  are!" 
Ho  s  rutting  bands,"  Lettie  murmure,!  sym- 
pathetically, if  not  very  con.s,.cutively.  Then  she 
[Jceped  through  a  chink  and  inquired:'  "What's  his 

"Castle,"  replied  Kate,  joining  her  dark  curls  to 
the  tawny  clouds.     "Cattle,  Arthur  Castle  " 

Unconscious  of  their  scrutiny,  the  band -cutter 
plied  his  knife.  He  was  a  tall  lad  of  twenty  or 
thereabouts;  fair,  when  freed  from  the  thrall  of 
^mut;  a  slip  of  the  blooded  English  stock  one  finds 
scattered  from  Winnipeg  to  Fort  McLeod. 


The    Probationrr 

"Why  don't  they  stop?"  pouted  Kate. 
"Must  finish  to-night,"  Lettie  responded,  wisely. 
"We've  had  'em  three  days." 

To  which  very  reasonable  statement  Kate  un- 
reasonably replied:  "Bother!  I  wish  the  old 
thing  would  break!"  And  just  then,  as  though  in 
answer  to  her  wish,  the  whistle  blew  and  they 
heard  the  feeder  shout : 
"What's  the  matter?" 

"No  water,"  the  stoker  answered.  "Boiler's 
nigh  to  bustin'." 

Turning  from  the  door,  they  began  to  examine 
the  wheat,  and  they  gave  it  such  close  attention 
that  they  did  not  see  the  feeder  step  from  his  board. 
Letting  a  handful  dribble  through  her  fingers, 
Lettie  remarked,  with  the  air  of  a  connoisseur  in 
grains: 

"Isn't  it  lovely?" 

"  Boauti— "  Kate  commenced,  then  stopped  and 
screamed,  for  a  pair  of  hands  grabbed  her  by  the 
ankles  and  tossed  her  into  the  bin.  Then,  full  of 
the  horse-play  which  passed  for  wit  among  his  kind, 
the  feeder  turned  on  Lettie.  She  backed  away,  pro- 
testing, but  he  followed  and  took  her  by  the  waist. 
"Over  you  go!"  he  laughed. 
She  landed  high  up  in  the  bin,  and  came  slipping, 

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A   Son   of   Anak 

sliding  flown  on  an  avalanche  of  wheat.  It  waa 
very  mortifying.  To  make  it  worse,  a.s  she  struggled 
up,  dishevelled,  angry,  ready  to  cry,  she  saw  Castle 
standing  in  the  door.  His  face  shone  beneath  its 
layer  of  soot. 

"You  beastly  cad!"  he  gasped.  "You  beastly 
cad!" 

The  feeder  turned,  and  civilization  and  the  back- 
woods faced  together. 

"Who's  pinching  you?"  he  sneered.  "Mind 
your  own—"  "Business,"  he  meant  to  say,  but 
Castle's  fist  shot  out  and  landed  with  a  whip-like 
crack. 

It  was  a  smart  rap,  too,  given  from  a  fall  heart, 
and,  though  it  lacked  weight,  the  suddenness  of  it 
sent  the  feeder  staggering  against  the  farther  bin. 
There  he  paused,  momentarily  paralyzed,  blank 
astonishment  and  black  anger  darkening  his  face; 
but  when  he  straightened  from  the  blow,  he  seized 
a  neck-yoke  and  swung  it  viciously. 

With  a  swish  it  cut  the  ah-  just  above  Castle's 
head.  The  girls  screamed.  A  clever  duck  saved 
Castle  his  brains,  but  as  he  backed  towards  the  door 
the  feeder  followed,  swinging  for  another  blow. 

But  the  scream  had  reached  a  score  of  ears. 
Before  he  could  strike  again  there  came  a  rush  of 

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foot,  a  fiozon  hca.ls  blocked  the  door,  and  the  boss 
thresher  jerked  Cattle  back  and  out. 
"^V  hat's  the  matter,  Sutherland?"  growled  the 


"Oh,  nothin'!-  nmttere.l  the  fee.lor,  .shouldering 
ln«  way  through  the  crow.l,  and  he  followed  the 
band-cutter  back  to  the  machine 
"AVhat's  the  trouble,  girLs?"  persisted  the  boss, 
ilut  just  then  the  water-hauler  drew  round  to  the 
engine    the  whistle  called  to  work,  and  the  girls 
remembered  some  pies  which  must  be  burning  in 
he  oven.    As  they  ran  by  the  separator,  Suther- 
and  turned  h.s  back  and  swept  a  pile  of  sheaves  into 
tne  screammg  cylinder. 

"You  can  hev  all  the  power  you  want!"  yelled 
the  stoker. 

He  nodded  and  went  on  rolling  the  loosened 
sheaves,  feedmg  steadily,  coaxing,  urging,  pressing, 
holdmg  the  thunderous  voice  down  to  a  stifled 
chokmg  hum.  When  the  boss  thresher  came  to 
mli  hnn,  he  shook  his  head  and  fed  on,  and  on 
and  on,  mitil  the  sweat  washed  white  runlets  down 
his  face.    And  while  he  worked  he  thought 

Why  he  a^ked  himself,  did  the  girl  make  such  a 
tuss  {  In  the  backwoods  that  sired  him  they  never 
cared.    Why  should  these?    Perhaps  they  didn't 

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A  Son   of   A\ak 

P-^rhaps  it  was  all  due  to  the  Englishman  with  his 
finicky  ways.  So  he  puzzled  until  the  sun  slipped 
in  a  blanket  of  umber  and  gold  over  the  edge  of  the 
world,  and  dusk  lent  velvet  shades  to  the  threshing 
reek.  * 

But  at  supper  Sutherland  quickly  learned  in 
whom  the  fault  lay.  He  found  himself  studiously 
neglected.  While  the  girls  waited  on  the  other  men, 
a  hard-featured  neighbor  woman  supplied  his  needs' 
And  he  noted  that  his  rival  received  many  small 
favors.  Kate  kept  his  plate  heaped,  and  when 
l>ettic  leaned  for  an  empty  dish,  her  arm  touched 
his  neck.  Three  times  this  happened,  and  every 
time  the  feeder  choked.  Yet  he  ate  mechanically 
the  thmgs  which  were  put  to  his  hand,  swallowed 
boiling  tea  without  a  wink,  and  got  through  the 
meal  somehow. 

After  it  was  eaten  he  lit  a  lantern  anil  touched 
tastle  on  the  shoulder. 

"Chore  time!"  he  growled.  "Them  bosses  is 
cool  enough  for  oats  by  this." 

As  the  door  dosed  behind  them  the  girls  ex- 
change<l  uneasy  glances,  aad  a  man  said,  with  a  lift 
of  the  brow,  "How  about  that?" 

The  boss  thresher  took  the  question  to  himself 
and  answered: 

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'■Oh  I  reckon  it's  all  right.    Sutherland's  r  good 
sort,  an  he's  had  time  to  cool.    Besides,"  he  added 
with   a   touch    of   the   strong  man's   philosophy,' 
they  ve  gotter  settle  it  some  day." 
In  the  stable  Sutherland  hung  up  his  lantern  and 
faced  about.    "I  s'pose,"   he  said,   quietly,   "a^ 
you  re  lookin'  for  a  fight?"    Castle  nodded  and 
began  to  peel  his  coat.     "Oi,,  there's  no  hurry" 
the  feeder  went  on.    "Of  course,  I  reckon  to  pay 
you  some  day,  but  not  jes  now.    But  say  "-and 
here  the  puzzle  of  his  brain  slipped  into  his  eyes- 
what  made  them  girls  so  all-fired  mad'" 
The  Englishman  stared.    It  wa.s  incredible'    Yet 
the  man  s  blue  eyes  were  wide  with  question,  and  his 
face  earned  the  look  of  a  child  corrected  for  mis- 
h.e   mnocently  done.    Into  Castle's  eonsclousnel 
crep    a  vague  conception  of  the  workings  of  a 
Western  mmd,  and  with  it  a  feeling  of  pity 
truth-^'  stammered,  "to-to  tell  you  the 

■'ZT'\,'^\'''-"     ''""""••og^d     the     Canadian. 

Speak  out!    I'm  like  a  blind  hoss  that's  off  the 
trail,  an'  I  want  my  bearin's." 

"Well,  you  were— just  a  little  rough  " 

"ThatM^asit?" 

"It  was." 

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A  Son   of   Anak 

The  big  man  whistled.  "  Weil,  I'm—"  he  began, 
but  paused,  and  then  went  on:  "Jes  to  think! 
Why,  the  girls  in  the  stump  townships  didn't  mind 
it  a  bit.  Reckoned  it  a  ripping  joke!  Not  that 
these  ain't  right,"  he  added,  hastily.  "They're  dif- 
ferent, kind  of  eddicated,  got  more  polah  to  'em." 

Leaning  against  a  stall,  Sutherland  chewed  a 
straw  and  the  cud  of  reflection,  and  evidently  made 
emendations  in  his  theory  of  manners;  for  when 
Castle  brought  the  horses  from  water  he  burst  out: 

"Say,  put  me  down  the  dai-nedest  fool  in  Mani- 
toba! As  for  that  crack  on  the  law— let  it  go  on 
account  of  eddication.  An',  what's  more,"  he 
finished,  holding  out  his  hand,  "jes  so  long  as  we 
travel  with  this  outfit  I'll  be  etarnally  obliged  if 
you  lam  me  whenever  I  strad.,  traces."    And 

on  this  bargain  they  slept. 


Now,  healthy  girls  and  well-fed  robins  sing  in  the 
early  morning,  and  Lettie  sang  as  she  skimmed  the 
milk.  From  the  stables  came  the  din  of  the  thresh- 
er's moving— blows  and  hangings,  men's  voices, 
the  rattle  of  the  carriers,  the  stroke  of  the  sled.  In 
the  east  a  red  sun  smouldered.  Down  into  the  milk- 
house  it  shot  a  crimson  ray  and  clothed  the  singing 
girl   in   ruby   light.    Sutherland,    who  just   then 

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T  II  K     I'  R  O  n  A  T  I  O  N  E  n 

peeped  in  thought  her  the  fairest  thing  on  earth. 
Though  his  shadow  foil  athwart  her  crock,  «he  went 
on  floating  m  the  clotted  cream,  and.  remarked 
without  looking  up:  remarked, 

"He's  going,  Kate,  but  I  can't  cry'" 
A  masculine  cough  made  her  sensible  of  her  mis- 
take   and  brought  her,   confused  but  extremely 
dignified,  to  her  feet.    "  Well?"  she  queried.  ' 

The  interrogation  reduced  Sutherland  to  a  con- 
dition of  at  least  partial  imbecility.  He  coughed 
again,  and  shuffled,  and  his  face-which  he  had 
washed  very  clean-rivalled  the  rising  sun     He 

iwT  *  u^  .'^'^  °^  '^'  "S^^  •^"'1  °f  -^  "«'e  speech 
that  he  had  been  conning  over  the  last  two  hours 
Cattle  composed  it,  that  morning,  in  the  dark  stable" 
before  breakfast. 

"I  was  wanting  to  say,  miss,"  he  began;  then, 
glancing  up,  he  caught  her  eye,  floundered,  and 
finished  very  lamely-'Tm  real  sorry!" 

But  his  manner  pleaded  as  words  could  not 
Lettie's  eyes  softened,  and  her  lips  drooped  into 
their  gentler  curves,  but  she  answered,  very 
gravely :  ' 

"  You  were  extremely  rude." 
He  made  no  reply.    A  bewilderingly  small  foot 
was  tapping  the  ground  just  beyond  her  skirt- 

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A    Son    ok    A  x  a  k 

enough  in  itself  to  deprive  a  man  of  the  power  of 
speech. 

"And  if  I  overlook  it,"  she  continued,  rather  en- 
joying her  sudden  accession  of  power,  "I  shall  ex- 
pect you  to  be  friendly  with  Mr.  Castle." 

"Oh,  that's  all  right!"  he  exclaimed,  immensely 
relieved.    "  I'll  bring  him  safe  back." 

"Oh,  he's  nothing  to  me!"  she  hastily  replied, 
adding,  with  some  confusion:  "That  is— well  you 
know,  I  meant,  I  shouldn't  like  to  have  him  ill 
treated." 

"Jes  so,"  he  cheerfully  answeretl,  "an'  I'll 
smash  any  one  as  lays  a  finger  on  him!  But  there 
goes  the  engine.    Good-bye,  miss!" 

"Good-bye,"  she  answered,  and  watched  him  join 
the  outfit. 

Up  the  slope  from  the  stables  came  the  engine 
with  its  double  yoke  of  oxen  hawing,  geeing,  swing- 
mg  right  and  left  in  vain  attempts  to  avoid  both 
the  curse  of  labor  and  the  driver's  cutting  whip 
After  they  had  crossed  the  ridge  and  lumbered 
down  the  other  side,  the  thresher's  black  shire  mares 
snapped  the  separator  up  the  hill,  striking  fire  from 
Its  face.  Sutherland  handled  the  team,  while  Castle  ' 
walked  near  by.  Beside  the  feeder  he  appeared 
frail,  almost  boyish,  and  though  his  refined  air 

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caught  the  girl's  fancy,  her  woman's  instincts-in- 
herited of  a  thousand  generations— leaned  to  the 
man's  strength. 

A  long  move  the  outfit  made  that  day— long  even 
for  Manitoba,  where  a  horse  reels  off  his  seventy 
miles  a  day  and  a  man's  neighborhood  encircles 
twenty  miles;  but  it  was  not  long  enough  to  quench 
the  sudden  interest  Caatle  developed  in  the  Ellice 
Mission  service,  nor  i  stop  Sutherland  from  riding 
once  a  week  to  his  homestead  on  the  Assmiboine. 
This,  a  quarter-section  of  sand  and  gopher-pinned 
down,  as  it  were,  and  eternally  prevented  from 
dribbling  over  the  valley's  edge  by  the  lone  log- 
cabm  that  staked  its  centre-lay  an  hour's  ride  to 
the  south  of  Greer's. 

Its  seductions  could  hardly  be  accountable  for 
Its  owner's  Sabbath  rides,  nor  is  it  to  be  wondered 
at  if  he  never  got  there.  For,  as  the  luck  had  it,  his 
trail  ran  in  between  Greer's  house  and  stable,  and 
the  law  of  the  bachelor  will  not  allow  a  wifeless  man 
to  pass  the  house  of  a  wedded  woman  without 
tasting  of  her  bread.  Thus,  when  Castle  escorted 
Lettie  home  from  mass,  he  invariably  found  the 
feeder  discussing  seed  grains,  gopher  poisons,  or 
kindred  interesting  matters  with  her  father. 

And  each  wooed  the  girl  after  his  own  fashion— 

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A     S  (>  .V     OK     A  N  A  K 

one  in  words,  with  ail  tlio  ailvantage  conferred  liy 
education;  tlie  otlier  in  tlie  dumb  language  of  the 
eye.  Lettie,  for  her  part,  held  the  balance  and 
distributed  her  favors  so  impartially  as  to  puzzle 
even  her  mother.  Perhaps  she  was  puzzled  her- 
self. At  any  rate,  she  walked  in  maitlen  mystery, 
veiling  her  thoughts— a  sad  enigma  to  her  parents, 
a  sweet  trouble  to  her  lovers. 

Up  Miniska  way,  these  soon  began  to  taste  the 
joys  of  threshing  at  temperatures  that  froze  the 
mercury.  About  their  settings  stretched  limitless 
wastes,  seas  of  white  that  curved  from  the  skyline 
clear  to  the  frozen  pole.  On  unthreshed  farms  the 
stacks  uprearctl  like  hills  of  snow,  putting  by 
contrast  a  bright  vermilion  blush  upon  the  dirty 
separator. 

The  water-hauler  had  forsaken  wheels  for  runners, 
and  moved  like  a  blue  iceberg.  The  stoker  had 
swathed  his  beloved  engine  in  swaddling-clothes. 
He  warmeil  him  by  banging  the  ice  from  his 
water-barrels,  and  in  the  intervals  of  chopping  wood 
cursed  the  cold  that  lowered  his  steam.  And  as 
these  were  the  early  snows,  and  the  trails  lay  be- 
neath a  foot  of  drift,  the  siege  of  Lettie  was  raised 
for  the  space  of  a  lunar  month. 

One  day  a  thing  happened  which  came  nigh  to 
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TlIK     r*liOHATIO\f;n 

putting  Sutl,orlan.l  out  of  the  running  for  good  an.l 
.11.  From  ,.vory  shoaf,  as  it  Htruol<  the  table,  snow 
and  dust  s,ftod  .lown  and  packed  into  a  slippery 
">a.ss  iK-neatl.  his  feet.  At  the  length  of  his  arm 
1.0  iron -tooth.,!  cylinder  whirle.i  two  thousand 
t.mes  a  mmuto;  and  he,  while  reaching  for  a  sheaf 
slipped  ami  plunge.l  forward.  A  moment's  hesita- 
t.on  and  he  had  been  done;  but  as  his  body  struck 

back         ""''*'  ^"'""  ""'""'  ''™  "'"'  ^'"""^  ^"'"y 
Sutherland  rose  from  the  snow.    The  cylinder 
hjid  caught  and  ripped  away  his  buckskin  mit;  the 
blood  ran  freely  from  a  mangled  finger 

"A  clo.se  shave,"  he  said,  .slowly;  "an'  but  for  you 
-n^  .shave  at  all.    An'  what's  more,"  he  finished 
W'       a  jerk  of  his  shoulder  towards   the  south' 
•  eres  many  a  man,  .seeing  the  way  things  i.s 
hxed,  as  would  have  waited  to  cut  another  band  " 
On  the  third  day  of  the  following  week  the  first 
blizzard  swept  from  the  north  an.l  snowed  the  outfit 
m  for  keeps.    The  drift  flew  by  thick  as  fleece,  and 
all  .signs  pointed  to  a  three  days'  blow;  but  early 
m  the  morning  of  the  second  day  it  slacked  suf- 
ficiently for  the  boss  to  drive  the  threshers  in  to 
Hussel.    There  he  paid  off-a  wise  action,  which 
earned  him  the  applause  of  the   burgesses    and 
so  • 


A     Sox     OF     AVAK 

also  promoted  the  prosperity  of  the  hotel,  in  which 
he  owned  n  half-interest. 

Sutherland  and  Castle  were  not  among  the  rois- 
terers at  his  bar.  They  sat  one  on  either  .side  of  the 
stove,  watehing  the  storm  and  talking  in  low  lone.s. 
"Yes,"  the  f(.eder  was  .saying,  "we'd  just  as  well 
settle  the  thing  now.  In  my  time  I've  heen  a  no- 
account  .sort-that  kind  "-lifting  his  brow  at  the 
half -drunken  threshers-"  but  that's  old  hisfry 
Not  saying  that  I  ain't  a  fool  to  even  think  of  heV, 
but— God,  man,  I  could  burn  for  her!" 

He  stared  for  a  while  on  the  white  and  whirling 
drift,  and  then  resumed. 

"Of  course  that  don't  count,  an'  this  is  how  the 
busmess  stan's,  accortling  to  my  idea.     But  for  you 
I  d  never  trouble  man  nor  woman  more;  therefore 
to  you  falls  the  first  chance.    Nov—" 
"-No,  no!"  Castle  interrupted.  "I  won't  have  that'" 
But  the  other  was  the  Wronger.    "  Yes,  you  will," 
he  rejomed,  "for  I'm  jes  a-goin'  down  to  my  own 
pace,  an'  there  I  stay  till  you  come  an'  say  you've 
played  your  hand." 

Siknce  fell  between  them,  and  held  until  Castle 
broke  It.  "Think  we  can  strike  out  to-ilayr'  he 
asked.  ' 

Sutherland  studied   the  flying  drift.    "It  does 

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TlIK     I'ltOH  ATIO.N  KR 

8Pcm  to  1)0  thinning,"  ho  said  at  last.    "I  reckon 
«r  could  make  Nork's  road-house  for  the  ulyMt." 

In  half  an  hour  it  lightened  still  more,  and  the  two 
started  south  afoot.    A  line  of  grassle.*.  white  alone 
marked  trail  from  prairie,  but  this  they  followed 
ea.sily  enough   until,   after  an   hour's  tramp,   the 
wind  raiae<I  and  the  drift  thick(>ned. 
■'Think  we'd  better  go  on?"  Castle  inquired. 
"Have  to!"  Sutherland  answered. 
A  loiik  to  the  north  gave  his  reason.    The  stinging 
drift  filled  Castle's  eyes,  the  wind  smote  him  foully 
the   frost   tweaked   him   by   the   nose.    As   they 
plunged  steadily  south,  the  roar  of  the  wind  rose  to 
a  muffled  shriek.    From  the  bluffs  it  tore  the  ten- 
loot  drifts,  from  the  prairie  a  foot  of  snow,  and  it 
stirred  the  mass  and  whirled  it  round  and  round 
until  the  air  was  thick  as  cheese. 

Still  they  pressed  on,  Sutherland  in  the  lead.  He 
wa.s  off  the  trail  now,  and  knew  it,  but  he  kept  the 
wind  slanting  to  his  cheek,  steered  southeast  and 
trusted  to  strike  Nork's  mile-long  fence.  If  the 
wind  hail  held,  they  would  have  struck  it;  but  in 
the  middle  of  the  afternoon  it  veered  due  east,  and 
sent  them  miles  off  their  course. 

In  the  black  of  night,  amid  darkness  thick  enough 
to  cut,  they  stumbled  by  the  road-house.    Around 


A   Son    ok   A  n  a  k 

thorn  tho  drift  whirled  and  fwistod,  working  up  the 
pivotal  motion  which  keeps  the  wanderer  on  u  circle 
Once  they  tried  to  make  a  fire  in  a  bluff,  and  ,s,K.nt 
their  matches  on  its  green  and  sappy  wood.  And  it 
grew  colder,  colder,  colder,  until,  at  daybreak,  it 
registered  forty  and  odd  below. 

They  were  out  on  the  desolate  Alkali  Flats  when 
gray  dawn  banished  the  inky  blackness,  but  they 
had  no  surcease  from  the  bitter  blast,  the  stinging 
spume,  the  searing  frost.  They  mov-d  now  slowly, 
wearily,  automatically  lifting  their  feet,  wandering 
hke  sinful  souls  in  a  frozen  purgatory.  Castle  was 
nearly  spent.  In  the  early  morning  he  fell  forward 
and  began  to  lick  snow— he  was  marked  for  the 
white  death. 

"Let  me  sleep!"  his  tired  body  cried.  "Let  me 
die!"  his  weary  spirit  echoed. 

But  Sutherland  forced  him  up  and  on.  AVhen 
persuasion  failed,  he  slipped  his  belt  and  laid  on  the 
buckle  end.  Thus,  as  men  in  a  dream,  they  wrought 
out  their  travail,  and  thus,  dreamlike,  they  found 
themselves  gazing  stupidly  upon  an  Indian  tppto 
Now  standing  out  dirty,  black  against  the  snow,  now 
veiled  in  fleecy  scud,  it  loomed  through  the  drab  of 
the  drift  like  a  mirage  or  a  portion  of  their  dream. 
Before  its  entrance  stood  a  jumper,  a  native  sled 
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but  around  the  place  was  neither  sound  nor  sign 
of  life.  The  flaps  were  laced  with  frozen  shaganappy 
thongs,  hard  as  boards;  yet,  somehow,  Sutherland 
fumbled  thoiii  loose  and  pushed  Castle  in.  Then  he 
followed  into  the  presence  of  the  coldest  host  that 
ever  welcomed  man  from  storm. 

At  their  feet,  stark  naked,  lay  a  young  Cree 
squaw,  and  beside  her,  wrapped  in  the  blankets  she 
had  stripped  from  her  limbs,  was  a  dead  papoose. 
Cold,  stiff,  hard  as  fatatues  of  bronze,  (!  ey  stared  up 
in  Sutherland's  face. 

"Poor  girl!"  lie  muttered,  laying  his  hand  on  the 
blankets.  "Pony  strayed,  an'  your  man  went  to 
hunt  it.  Well,  I  reckon  you  don't  want  these  any 
more.  Here,  Castle!  Lend  a  hand  to  lift  her." 
But  Castle  was  down,  and  as  still  as  the  dead 
woman. 

Sutherland  swung  his  belt.  "Get  up!"  he  cried. 
"Get  up!    Get  up!" 

The  lad  moaned,  without  opening  his  eyes,  and  the 
feeder  stood,  bolt  in  hand,  staring  gloomily  down 
upon  him.    "Cfean   tuckered   out!"   he  groaned 
"What  'II I  do?" 

Through  the  open  fJap  the  fine  drift  spume  poured 
and  powdered  alike  the  quick  and  the  dead.    Out- 
side the  blizzard  thundered  wildly  by;  within  the 
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strong  man  wrestled  with  a  sudden  darkling  thought. 
A  minute  passed— two— then  he  stepped  out  and 
walked  rapidly  away;  but  before  he  had  covered  a 
score  of  yards  he  stopped,  returned,  and  bent  on 
his  rival  the  same  frowning  stare. 

Once  more  he  left,  resolutely  this  time,  yet  halted 
again  at  fifty  yards  and  slowly  retraced  his  steps. 

About  noon  of  the  third  day  the  wind  lowered 
and  the  drift  lightened  sufficiently  for  Pere  Bayon 
to  make  his  way  as  far  as  Greer's.  It  was  cold  yet, 
to  be  sure,  but  a  layeV  of  comfortable  fat  kept  the 
good  father  snug  and  warm;  so,  like  a  red-cheeked 
Christmas  god,  he  waddled  through  the  snow. 

"For  the  land  sakes!"  exclaimed  Mrs.  Greer 
when  he  entered  her  kitchen.  "  What  brings  you  out' 
father?"  ' 

"There's  something  moving  over  the  valley,"  he 
answered,  closing  the  storm-door.  "Lend  me  your 
glasses,  daughter." 

Lettie  handed  down  the  binoculars  from  their 
place  beside  the  clock,  and  said,  "If  you'll  wait  a 
minute,  I'll  go,  too." 

While  she  slipped  on  her  moccasins,  P6rc  Bayon 
warmed  his  hands  and  looked  smilingly  on  He 
was  proud  of  Lettie.    He  christened  her;  from  him 


The   Probationer 

she  received  her  first  communion;  and  his  careful 
hand  had  trained  her  until  she  bloomed  like  a  sun- 
kissed  peach  on  the  pleasant  side  of  a  convent  wall. 
"Come  along!"  she  cried.  "I'll  race  you  to  the 
stack!" 

Under  its  lee  they  took  shelter  from  the  wind. 
From  their  feet  the  valley  sheered  down  to  the 
drift  haze  which  shrouded  the  bottoms  and  the 
frozen  river.  They  could  hear  the  stream  complain- 
ing beneath  its  frozen  bonds.  Opposite,  the  bald 
headlands  plumped  up,  round,  swelling,  chastely 
beautiful,  like  the  breast  of  a  proud  woman.  But 
something  else  drew  their  eyes— a  black  spot  that 
moved  along  the  farther  slope,  just  where  the  crown- 
ing bank  cut  the  sky-line. 

"Must  be  a  wolf,"  Lettie  said.  "No  man  would 
cross  the  trail  that  fashion." 

The  priest  was  focusing  the  glasses.  "I  have 
known  men  to  do  it,"  he  replied. 

A  moment  later  an  exclamation  brought  her  to 
his  side. 

"What  is  it?"  she  asked. 

"  Look  yourself." 

She  raised  the  glasses,  and  instantly,  through  the 
drab  of  the  drift,  there  loomed  up  the  misty  figure 
of  a  giant  man.    He  was  stumbling  along  the  trail, 

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f^ometimes  in  it,  more  often  off,  dragging  an  Indian 
jumper. 

"Why,"  she  exclaimed,  "it's  Sutherland!   What 
can  have  happened?" 
"Look  again,"  said  the  priest. 
"He's  hauling  a  sled.    Now  he's  staggering-  oh'" 
-catching  her  breath-" he's  fallen!    There   he's 
up  again!    Now  he's  made  the  ravine.    He'sstretch- 
mg  on  the  sled— going  to  coast  the  hill." 
"Needs  a  clear  head,"  murmured  P6re  Bayon. 
Slowly  the  sled  moved  off,  but  soon  increased  its 
speed  until  it  fairly  flew.    Half-way  down  it  vanished 
m  a  black  ravine,  and  the  watchers  held  their  breath  ■ 
then  out  from  the  dark  of  the  trees  it  swooped 
like  a  pouncing  hawk,  rounded  the  bottom  curve 
and  shot  the  bank.  ' 

"Where's   your  father?"   hastily   inquired   the 
pri66t, 

"Cleaning  stablee." 

"Then  run  and  tell  him  to  hitch  the  ponies. 
■1 II  go  on." 

He  ran  heavily  down  the  valley  trail,  but  Lettie 

made  such  speed  that  the  ponies  overtook  him  on 

the  flats.    A  minute  later  they  pulled  up  at  the 

rozen  ford,  and  Lettie  held  the  lines  while  her 

father  broke  a  trail  through  the  drift. 


The   P  h  o  h  a  t  I  o  n  e  r 

"Why,"  he  exclaimed,  "there's  two  of  'em!" 
Swathed  in  the  dead  squaw's  blankets.  Castle  lay 
beside  the  broken  jumper.  Over  his  face  Suther- 
land had  thrown  an  arm.  His  own  was  turned 
upward  to  the  storm-white,  deathly  white,  with 
the  whiteness  of  freezing  flesh.  When  moved,  he 
groaned;  but  neither  sob  nor  sigh  tohl  that  the 
spirit  yet  lingered  in  the  body  of  the  other. 

In  ten  minutes  the  two  were  lying  in  shake-downs 
in  Greer's  kitchen.  Both  were  badly  frozen,  and 
for  two  long  hours  the  farmer  and  the  priest  rubbed, 
and  chafed,  and  soaked  frozen  limbs  m  kerosene,' 
and  applied  all  the  remedies  proved  of  prairie  sur- 
gery. Just  before  dark,  when  the  sufferers  slipped 
their  agony  for  heavy  sleep,  PIre  Bayon  straightened 
his  weary  back  and  plodded  back  to  the  mission. 

"Some  one 'II  have  to  sit  up,"  said  Greer.  "They're 
quiet  now,  but  soon  the  fever  'U  take  'em." 
"Let  me,"  begged  Lettie. 

Her  mother  looked  dubious,  and  remarked,  tenta- 
tively, "They'll  mebbe  wander  a  little." 
"Oh,  I  won't  mind!    An'  dad  will  be  in  easy  call." 
After  the  old  folks  climbed  the  stairs  to  bed,  she 
did   feel   a   little   nervous.     In   the   chimney    the 
nor'wester   wailed   sadly;   across    the    floor    black 
shadows  flitted.    Outside  the  drift  hissed  by.    The 
ss 


A     S  <)  V     O  F     A  N  A  K 

clouded  windows  rattled,  and  about  the  door  every 
bit  of  iron  was  bossed  with  glittering  frost.  Yet 
she  sat  by  the  fire,  picking  pictures  from  the  glow- 
ing coals,  until  a  voice  babbled  into  sudden  talk. 

She  rose  hastily,  every  nerve  thrilling.     Suther- 
land  was  sitting   up   in    bed.     He  had   torn   the 
bandage  from  his  face;  his  red  eyes  peered  into  the 
darkest  corner;  he  spoke  in  low  but  earnest  tones. 
Get  up!    Get  up!    Get  up,  I  say!" 
She  stepped  ciuickly  to  the  stairs;  but  before  she 
could  call,  her  own  name  fell  from  the  man's  lips 
She  hesitated.     He  ealled  again,  gentlv,  and  •  .ri- 
osity  balanced  fear.    Quietly  closing  the  door,  she 
tiptoed  to  his  bed. 
"Yes?"  she  said. 

He  knew  her,  but  incorporated  her  personality  in 
his  dream.  "Ah,  there  she  is!"  he  sighed.  "Come 
for  him!"    Ther  sinking  back,  he  closed  his  eyes. 

But  Lettie  w;.  not  more  than  .seated  before  he 
was  again  unravelli.,;;  his  tangled  skein  of  thought 
I  could  leave  him,"  he  pondered,  frowning 
heavily.  "Who'd  know?  One  night  alone,  an'-- 
why  not?  '  He  swayed  from  side  to  side  while  his 
heated  mind  duplicate  every  detail  of  the  mental 
slruggle  in  the  tepee.  Then,  with  a  wild  toss  of  the 
tiands,  ho  cried,  bitterly : 
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The   P  r  o  b  a  t  I  o  n  e  n 


"God!    I  promised  her  to  bring  him  back!" 

In  this  fashion,  bit  by  bit,  with  many  breaks  and 
pauses,  Lettie  gathered  from  the  man's  own  Ups  the 
story  of  his  love,  his  trial,  and  his  temptation.  Aa 
the  night  wore  on  and  the  fire  died  and  the  shadows 
slid  forth  to  play  about  the  room,  she  came  to  know 
him ;  and  when  at  last  gray  morning  stole  through  the 
whitened  panes,  it  found  her  kneelmg  by  his  bed. 

On  his  frost-scarred  face  the  chill  rays  softly  fell. 
One  arm  lay  beneath  his  head ;  the  sleeve  had  rolled 
from  the  other,  baring  writhing  bands  and  knots 
of  muscle.  She  wondered  at  its  strength.  His  face 
was  thinner,  too.  Strife,  struggle,  and  mental  trav- 
ail had  refined  it;  his  mouth  was  lined  with  sorrow. 
And  these  lines,  as  she  brooded  over  him,  let  loose  a 
flood  of  love  and  tender  sympathy. 

A  rosy  flush  banished  the  watcher's  pallor;  her 
head  drooped  lower,  lower,  lower,  until  its  tawny 
clouds  hid  his  face. 

He  stirred;  but  a  moment  later,  when  his  eyes 
opened,  she  was  smoothing  Castle's  pillow.  He 
could  not  see  her  face,  but  he  saw  her  hand  fondle 
the  lad's  tangled  curls.  How  should  he  know  that 
it  was  done  for  love  of  himf  He  turned  his  back 
and  groaned. 

"You're  in  pain?"  she  a.sked,  anxiously. 
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A  Son   of  Anak 


"A  twinge,"  he  answered,  and  just  then  Mrs. 
Greer  came  ilown-stairs. 

"  Now  you  go  right  to  bed,  child,"  she  said,  "  an' 
get  some  sleep." 

But  sleep  was  not  for  Lettie.  She  lay,  quietly 
happy,  dreaming  her  love-dreams,  until  a  decent 
interval  elapsed;  then,  hungry  for  another  look  at 
their  subject,  she  dressed  and  stole  down-stairs. 

Sutherland's  bed  was  empty. 

"He's  gone,"  said  her  mother,  in  reply  to  her 
startled  look.  "  Jes'  wouldn't  wait  another  minute. 
I  never  did  see  sech  a  man!" 

While  Lettie,  thinking  he  had  felt  her  caress, 
bowed  her  head  in  secret  shaine,  Sutherland  broke 
trail  to  his  own  place.  The  storm  was  over.  Far 
to  the  south  the  wild  nor'wester  was  ending  its  days 
as  a  tropical  zephyr.  Eternal  silence  wrapped  the 
prairie.  All  about  the  bluffs  were  veiled  in  shim- 
mering white,  the  keen  air  thrilled  like  wine,  the 
frost  set  the  limbs  tingl'- 1.  Earth,  air,  and  sky 
blazed;  from  a  million  fai  is  the  snow  cast  up  the 
bright  sunlight,  yet  not  a  single  ray  pierced  the 
blackness  of  his  soul. 

For  the  next  two  weeks  he  lay  close,  nursing  a 
sick  heart  and  his  frosted  face.  Nothing  could 
tempt  him  forth — not  even  the  prairie-chicken  that 

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T  II  K     P  H  O  n  A  T  I  O  N  K  R 

picked  about  his  door,  nor  a  saucy  wolf  tliat  daily 
throw  a  challenge  to  his  dog.  Then,  tiring  of  in- 
action,  ho  decided  to  put  in  the  remainder  of  the 
winter  lumbering  on  the  Shell.  Ho  tokl  his  mind 
to  his  nearest  neighbor,  but— ho  did  not  go.  He 
waited  for  Castle,  faintly  hoping  he  had  read  the 
girl  wrong;  but  Castle  never  came. 

So  the  winter  months  ilragged  on  like  years,  and 
m  the  middle  days  of  March  Sutherland  drove  into 
Moosomm  for  provisions,  and  for  tobacco,  of  which 
he  now  smoked  a  double  share.  As  he  waited  his 
turn  in  the  general  store,  two  women  at  the  counter 
exchanged  the  gossip  of  a  county.  At  first  he 
paid  no  attention.  Like  the  hum  of  a  hive  their 
voices  sounded  in  his  ears  until  the  stouter  of  the 
two  mentioned  Lottie  Greer.    Then  he  listened. 

"Yes,"  said  the  other;  "an'  who's  to  marrv 
'em?"  ^ 

"PSre  Bayon,  to  be  sure!" 
"Well,  seein'  as  the  young  man's  a  Protestant  I 
thought—" 

"Yoi      urn,  Sutherland!"  broke  in  the  store- 
keeper.      Tobacco?    Must  bo  eating  it  these  days!" 
He  laughed  at  his  own  joke,  and  chatted  while 
he  bustled  round.      Sutherland  answered,  but  he 
caught  every  .syllable  of  the  women's  talk.    One  had 
•a 


1.     :      ' 


A   Son  of  Anak 

heard  that  the  young  man's  father  would  stock 
a  farm;  the  other  had  seen  a  handsome  present  from 
his  EngUsh  sisters.  Botii  had  bids  to  the  wedding 
and  nothing  fit  to  wear.  Thus  they  rattled  on 
until,  heart-sick,  he  left  the  store. 

"Looks  real  bad,  doesn't  he,  poor  fellow?"  ob- 
served the  stouter  woman,  glancing  after  him. 

"He  does  so,"  sympathetically  agreed  the  other. 
"What's  he  doin'  here?  Thought  he  was  up  the 
Shell." 

"  Says  he's  going  to  strike  farther  west  to-morrow," 
commented  the  storekeeper,  which  piece  of  news 
the  women  carried  to  the  wedding. 

All  that  night  Sutherland  tossed  and  turned,  but 
towards  morning  he  dozed  off  and  slept  till  the 
sun  shone  full  upon  his  window.  Then  he  rose  and 
flung  wide  the  door.  A  flood  of  light  poured  in. 
The  air  breathed  warm  of  spring.  On  bare  knolls 
prairie-cocks  strutted  before  admiring  hens;  Munro's 
fowls  cackled  cheerily,  a  cow-bell  tinkled  down  the 
valley.  And  as  he  stood,  drinking  in  the  sunshine, 
away  to  the  north  the  mission  bells  began  to  chime. 

At  first  he  thought  it  the  matin,  but  the  lilting 
measure  and  the  high  sun  said  no.  All  at  once  its 
significance  burst  in  upon  him.  Slamming  the 
door,  he  lay  down  and  buried  his  head,  yet,  though 

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I: 


The   P  h  o  b  a  t  I  o  \  e  r 

he  shut  out  the  brll'«  faint  music,  forth  from  the 
blackness  shone  Lettir's  flower  face. 

He  was  still  there  when,  two  hours  later,  Castio 
opened  the  door. 

"Hello,  sleepy  head!"  !,o  calle.I;  then,  appalled 
by  the  face  which  was  raised  from  the  bed- 
clothes, he  exclaimed:    "Good  God,  inan,  are  you 

Sutherland  pas,sed  the  question.  "You  was  to 
have  first  chance,"  he  sai.l,  sternly  an.l  reproach- 
fully. \ougotit.  Was  there  need  to  leave  me 
here  to  suffer  hell  for  three  long  months?" 

"But  look  here,  old  man,"  Castio  pleaded,  "I  was 
sick  for  a  whole  month,  and  Munro  said  that  you'd 
gone  to  the  Shell." 

"Oh,  well,  it  don't  matter  now,"  Sutherland  an- 
swered, m  tones  that  were  hopelessly  dull,  and  he 
stared  at  the  opposite  wall  until  Castle  asked: 
"Aren't  you  going  to  wish  me  joy?" 
Sutherland    glanced    up   anffrily   and   growled- 
VVould  you  if  I  was  in  your  shoe.s?    You've—" 
"Say,"   Castio   interrupted,    "you   surely   don't 
thmkthati-    By  George,  I  believe  you  do!   What 
a  lark!    I  must  tell  the  girls." 
^  As  he  ran  outside,  Sutherland  sprang  to  follow 
Come  back!"  he  roared.    "Come  back,  I  sayi" 

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A    So\    or    AvAK 

Then  ho  stopped  dead,  and  gasped,  for  the  door 
opened  and  Lottie  stopped  inside. 

"I  thouglit  it  was  your— your  husband,"  ho 
stammered. 

"My  hu.sband?"  she  echoed  wonderingly.  "I— 
I  haven't  one!" 

She  stood  before  him,  flu.shing  and  paling,  trem- 
bling lijio  a  lily  in  the  wind,  and  he  shook  in  sym- 
pathy. For  a  moment  he  was  silent,  trying  to 
grasp  the  situation;  then  he  spoke,  and  the  only 
thing  the  stupid  could  think  to  say  was: 

"  But — but — but  he  asked  you?" 

"Yes,"  she  answered,  stepping  by  him  to  the 
window,  "but  ho  soon— got  over  it.    Look!" 

It  was  a  small,  low  window,  and,  as  Sutherland 
bent,  their  heads  almost  touched.  Outside,  in  a 
brand-now  Portland  cutter,  sat  Kate  Howard,  and 
in  her  ear  Castle  was  whispering  something  which 
made  her  blush  and  smile. 

"Don't  they  look  happy?"  Lottie  whispered. 

And  Mien— and  then— and  then— ah,  well! 


THE    ME  .v:'Y    OF  THE    FROST 


^ 


yn  i; 


w     r 


THE   MERCY    OF   THE    FROST 


I 

IT  lacked  but  a  day  of  Christmas,  and  over  the 
Northland  the  frost-god  had  thrown  a  cloth  of 
purest  white.  From  the  parallel  of  fifty -three  it 
stretched,  unsullied,  northward  over  the  lands  of  the 
Hudson  Bay  Company  to  the  frozen  pole,  but  to  the 
south,  lonely  farmsteads,  black  and  ugly,  thrust  up- 
ward through  the  snow.  These  occurred  in  irreg- 
ular sequence,  and  were  grouped  in  small  settle- 
ments, with  wide  tracts  of  prairie  lying  between.  On 
each  uprose  some  sort  of  habitation— sod-shanty, 
log-cabin,  frame-house,  or  hut  of  mud  and  wattles,' 
according  to  the  taste  and  fortune  of  its  owner. 

Apart  from  the  difference  in  house  fashion.^— in- 
dicative of  past,  not  pre.sent,  fortunes— the  farms 
presented  a  deadly  likeness.  The  same  yellow 
straw-stacks  dotted  their  fenceless  fields;  on  all, 
acres  of  winil-blown  fail  ploughing  smirched  the 
eternal  whiteness;  and  the  smallest  shack  had  its 


Thk   Pbobationer 


huge  tent  of  firewood  upreared  among  the  drifts. 
Besides  this  identity  of  physical  appearance,  they 
had  other  things  in  common.  Sulicy-rakes,  gang- 
•  ploughs,  and  self-binders  thrust  red  and  green  pro- 
testing limbs  from  hoary  drifts;  a  universal  mort- 
gage covered  all;  and  on  this  particular  day  a 
pennon  of  smoke  trailed  above  each  house  like  a 
banner  of  Christmas  cheer. 

On  the  eastern  edge  of  the  settlement  of  Silver 
Creek,  a  large  log-house  seemed  to  be  trying  to  out- 
wiioke  its  neighbors.  From  either  end  of  the  main 
tuiijdinc  a  steamy  column  spurted,  the  sod  roof 
reikeij  through  every  cranny,  while  in  the  kitchen 
lean-to  a  wood-stove  roared  like  a  thresher's  en- 
gine. The  door  of  this  house  opened,  and  a  shapely 
girl  called  to  a  man  who  was  chopping  wood: 

"1  declare,  dad,  the  woodbox's  enip'y  ag'in!" 

Through  the  open  door  came  girls'  laughter  and 
the  hum  of  women's  talk.  The  man  leaned  on  his 
axe-helve  and  looked  up,  a  good-natured  grin  puck- 
ering his  rr'd  face. 

"All  right,  Sume:  all  right,  gal!"  he  laughed. 
"I'm  a-eomin',  but  air  you  eatiii'  the  wood?  Never 
seetl  .sech  weemen '     Sill  lion'no  what  he's  a-gettin'." 

"Thinks  he  d(ie^.  r»-torted  the  girl,  smiling 
roguishly.     "Hurry,  dair" 


Tub    M  h:  n  c  v    o  i- 


■'iiK    Frost 


Sho  was  to  bo  married  Christmas  morning,  and 
that  evomnK  tho  neighbors  would  drop  in,  Northern 
fashion,  to  offer  their  goo.l  wishes.  TJus  meant 
•supper  an,l  a  dance,  wi.erefore  the  house  was 
a-buzz  wtii  preparation,  and  in  tlie  lean-to  a  half- 
dozen  neighbor  women  baked  and  l)rewed 

After  he  had  filled  the  woodbox,  the  farmer  hung 
over  the  stove  while  he  cracked  a  joke  with  th^ 
women  Jes  think.  Mis'  Harkins,"  h..  remarked 
•slyly  steahng  a  cooky  from  her  pan,  "how  time 
does  scoot!  Seems  like  yester.lay  as  I  was  buzzin' 
you.  D  ye  remunber  the  night  I  toted  ye  home 
from  smgrng-school,  an'  med  Hank  so  mad  he 
wanted  ter  lick  me?" 

Mrs  Harkins,  a  tall,  gaunt  woman,  famih-  worn 
and  shave.l  to  the  bone  by  the  stern  struggle  with 
the  mnosp.table  Northern  soil,  looke.l  up  with  a 
pleasant  smile.  "Oh,  shore!"  sh,-  laughed.  "Thet 
-Ion  t  count  Siks.  You  was  doin'  it  jes  ter  make 
Umstie  jealous." 

"Well  now,  sis,  I  dunno!  I  reckon  I  mod  Hank 
race  his  horses. 

•'  Send  him  eriong,  Christie !"  exclaimed  the  pleased 
woman,  "afore  he  eats  all  my  cookies.  A=,?,  vou 
askuned,  b.las,  a-talkin'  .sech  nonsense  afore  "the 


The   PnoBATiovEn 


"Silas  Brown,"  ordered  Iuh  wife,  "jes  git  to 
yer  choppin'.  Here's  three  stoves  to  keep  a-goin', 
an'  tlie  folks  a-comin'  at  six." 

By  the  time  the  farmer  had  finished  his  chores  the 
pale  winter  sun  had  slid  beliind  the  ilistimt  school- 
house.  Ail  signs  pointed  to  a  rough  night.  A  dash 
of  snow  powdered  the  air,  the  north  wind  was  herd- 
ing t^e  drifts,  iind  all  day  a  brilliant  "dog"  had 
chaseil  the  sun.  As  Silas  came  up  from  the  stables, 
tinkling  sleigh-bells  sounded  in  the  west.  He 
stopped  and  shaded  his  eyes,  muttering: 

"Kinder  early!    Mebbe  it's  the  fiddler!" 

Suddenly  his  eyes  grew  sick  and  troubled.  .  .  . 
"Shorely,  it  kcdn't  be  hhn,"  he  murmured,  "of  a 
Christmas  night?"  But  a  moment  later  his  hand 
dropped,  and  he  groaned;  "It's  Frascr,  shorely! 
Them's  his  sorrels." 

Over  the  stubble  west  of  the  house  a  beautiful 
carriage  team  dashed  wltli  a  Portland  cutter. 
Heavy  furs  nmffled  the  driver,  but  a  gray  beard 
escaped  from  beneath  his  muffler  and  told  that  he 
was  old.  His  figure,  too,  was  bent,  but  a  pair  of  hot, 
brown  eyes  burned  under  penthouse  brows.  At 
this  figur<  Hilas  stared,  bereft  of  speech. 

"Well,"  greeted  the  driver,  In  a  high,  nasal  tone, 
"yc'U  know  me  again,  Mr.  Brown!" 
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Tin:    Mkhcy    of   the    Frost 

hastMv  °^T'  "■;•  ^"'"•"'■-"°  '"^""''•^ •"  ♦ho  farmer 
h^t  ly  apolog,.o,l.     "I  wa.s  hardly  expectin'  ye. 
lliis  IS  Clinstmas  Kvo." 
Tho  oI,l   n.an',s  ryes  snapM.     "I  km  if  he 

'<W..  Y,.|l  ,.at  yor  p,ul,len  the  better  for  bein' 
•  roo  man.  Of  eoor.se,"  he  wont  on,  lugging  , 
;-%.;"veiopefro„U,i.,..kot/.yeha';th^t^s; 
«ilas  ,,uaile,i.  The  package  was  in.lissolublv 
™;^"...ismin,,wi,hn,enK,Hesofhu.ij!;;^ 
brov^l>eatn  g,  of  har,!  toil  an,l  profitle.s.,  returns 

l-l-Iin  sorry-"  }„.  faitero,!;  then  catching 
the  usurer's  glance,  stop,K..I.  ^ 

It  was  maliciously  triun,phant,  .lomineerine  ami 
pregnant  of  secret  intelligence.  The  wiZfac 
bnmmea  with  conceit  of  power,  an.l  the  ^es  le 
".an,led.t,s  observance.  It  expressed  t  e  man 
sooner  than  loo,se  his  grip  on  a  debtor,  it  was  aid 
hat  Fraser  would  have  Imn  die  in  his  b  ml  X 
Li;:""-  •■"  '^"  '"--"^  *he  fanr^er.  IZ 

♦i^-::s.;"l^i;::;r-"- 

rraser,     he  called,  as  ,!,..  horses  «tepfK.d,  "don't 


The   PaoBATioNEU 

bp  so  quick !  I  (  IkI  my  bcs' ,  but  this  has  been  a  hard 
year.  Wlioat  froze  i'  tlie  milii,  cattle  low,  hogs 
three  an'  a  half  cents  dressed,  an'—" 

"  Yo  spent  twenty  dollars  at  Russel's  store  a  week 
agone,"  broke  in  the  usurer,  savaijely.  "Twenty 
dollars  o'  my  intrust,  Silas,  ye  spent  on  ribands  an' 
print  an'  sech  truck.  Now!  now!"  he  went  on, 
raising  a  deprecating  hand  an  though  challenging  a 
lie.     "It'snouse  talkin'!    Ye  know  ye  did.  ' 

The  hectoring   tone   irritated    the  farmer.    His 
huge  fists  bunched  inside  hi.s  mitts,  but  he  answered 
humbly  enough,  "Ye  know  my  gal's  ter  be  married, 
Mr.  Fraser," 
"WhiU's  thet  tome?" 

"She  jes  kedn't  be  wi'out  a  bit  we(hlin'-dress, 
now,  kcd  she?"  Sila.s  pleaded.  "  Ye've  had  children 
of  yer  own,  Mr.  Fraser." 

The  usurer  made  no  answer,  and  the  fading 
twilight  left  his  face  in  shadow.  Twenty  years 
before  he  had  been  counte<l  a  fair  neighbor;  a  bit 
close  on  a  bargain,  perhaps,  but  otherwise  an 
average  man.  Then,  all  of  a  sudden,  the  hand  of 
fate  pres-sed  sorely  on  hini.  In  one  short  year  his 
wife  died,  a  wagon-wheil  crushed  his  <lrunken  son, 
and  his  daughter  e|,.|"'d  with  a  rakish  hiied-innn- 
to  escape  his  hitter  lenipir,  people  said;  bul  be  (his 


The   Mkrcy   or   tiff.   Frost 

as  it  may,  he  ncvor  forgave,  to  the  day  she  died  in 
travail. 

"Yc'vo  had  children!"  reiterated  Silas.  He 
could  not  see  the  coal-like  eyes,  the  livid  face. 

"On'y  a  bit  weddin'-dress?" 

Just  then  a  peal  of  girlish  laughter  travelled 
from  the  hoase,  and,  like  flame  to  powder,  touched 
off  the  usurer's  pitssion. 

"VWtrels'"  he  screoehetl,  shaking  his  fist. 
"Wastrels  ;d!!  Riotin'  wi"  my  siller.  Must  ha'e 
a  weddin' -  (ipe^,  must  she?  Let  the  strunip(>t 
wear — " 

The  sentence  was  never  finished.  As  the  vile 
word  pa.ssp<l,  Silas  struck  him  upon  the  mouth. 
Then  into  his  mind  crowded  the  insults  of  a  dozen 
years.  FrnsI,  chouctit.  rust,  railroad  monopolies, 
all  the  evils  that  afflut  the  Xnrthern  farmer  in- 
carnated in  the  person  of  the  money-lender.  Seizing 
the  axe,  he  raised  as  though  to  end  them  all. 

"T$y  Ood!"  he  shouted,     "ril— " 

For  the  space  of  a  dozen  breaths  Fraser  trcmbleil 
on  the  threshold  of  the  valley  of  .shadows.  Had  ho 
flinched,  even  nioveil,  the  axe  had  .surely  fallen, 
but  he  ,sa(  perfcrdy  slill,  glowering  angrily  upon  llie 
f.irmer.  And  Silas  lliirsted  (o  let  j;,,.  He  hung  on 
tiptoe,  while  a  hot  devil  wiihin  urged  him  to  strike. 
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The  PnonATioNEn 

Twice  he  raised  and  twice  he  lowered,  then,  with  a 
bitter  curse,  he  flung  the  axe  far  out  in  tlie  snow.  A 
minute  passed,  and  neither  spoke.  .  .  .  Two!  And 
they  still  stared  at  each  other  through  the  gloom. 

At  last  Fraser  stuffed  the  deed  in  his  pocket  and 
shook  up  his  lines.  "  Y(!  have  mv  congratulations, 
Mr.  Brown,"  ho  said,  as  the  sleigh  moved  off. 
"Ye'vo  done  that  which  man  never  did  before. 
An'  it  '11  cost  ye  dear.  Principal  an'  intrust,  as  yo 
well  know,  are  baith  due  on  your  mortgage.  Yo 
have  lill  nine  in  the  mornin'  to  pay  in  full." 

Until  the  north  wind  drowned  the  clashing  bells 
Silas  stood  like  a  frozen  man.  Behind  him  a  poplar 
windbrake  tossed  skeleton  arms  against  the  darken- 
ing sky. 

The  snow  was  now  falling  fast,  the  drift  flew  hiss- 
ing by.  Suddenly  the  house  door  opened,  and  a 
band  of  yellow  light  fell  full  upon  him.  Within,  all 
Wit-s  liglit  and  warm.  Scoured  tins  smiled  from  the 
wnite  walls,  the  .stove  winked  blackly,  and  chatter- 
ing women  moved  about  the  well-scrubbed  floor. 

"Sup-per!"  .sang  a  cheerful  voice.  "Bring  an 
armf'i!  of  wood  with  ycr!" 

As  he  loaded  up  the  wood,  Silas  thought  of  the 
consequences  of  his  act.  "  Brace  up!"  he  muttered. 
"He  kain't  do  nuthin'  till  after  the  weddin'.  Brace 
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TiiK   Mkrcy   of   tiik    Frost 

up,  Si!"  Iio  reiM'iitcd,  with  iiifiiiit(>  toiulornpss,  "or 
yo'll  Hpoil  it  for  the  little-  kuI." 

His  supper  was  set  iti  tin-  leaii-to,  for  tiie  cotton 
partitions  had  been  removed  in  tiie  body  of  tlio 
house  and  the  floor  cleared  for  dancing.  Susie  and 
Letty  Green  had  hung  the  wails  with  spruce  bougiis 
and  chains  of  scarlet  iM'rries.  A  rough  boanl  seat 
ran  all  around;  in  the  far  corner  stood  a  chair  and 
table,  which  presently  would  enthrone  the  fiddler; 
and  a  half-dozen  stable-lanterns  dangled  from  the 
joists. 

"Ain't  it  pretty!"  exclaimed  Susie,  when  she  had 
finished  lighting  up. 

She  and  Lettie  stooil,  each  with  an  arm  about  the 
other,  gazing  pridefully  upon  their  work.  To 
them  the  low-ceiled  room,  with  its  swinging  lanterns, 
w.-.s  very  beautiful.  Peihai.s  at  that  very  moment, 
two  lliousand  miles  east  and  south,  some  careless 
beauty  was  giving  n  l;(«(  -uaw,-  t,.  i  niyn.id-lighted 
ball-room  without  exi'ii,  -rlu  r  _^  (j,|„.  pf  ^^^^■^^ 
enjoyment. 

"It's  jes  lovely!"  Letlic  ■■  -^ii-'r.siici  ;•  agreed. 
"Dear!     I  wish  the  boys  woi  ;.,  huny -..   ' 

They  had  not  long  to  wail.     Tli.iujjii  the  .sto<in 
now  swept  the  prairie,  a  score  of  ■ ,  .uii,--  '-vre  creeping 
slowly  towards  the  light  Silas  had  hun,;  from  the 
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gnble.  In  five  iiiinutps  a  hoarsj"  .shout  and  tho 
groan  of  frosty  runners  sont  Susie  llying  to  th(>  door, 
where  three  tall,  snow  -  powdered  MeKays  were 
diffging  a  like  nuinlxT  of  girls  from  the  bottom  of  a 
sleigh. 

"Merry  Chri.stmas!"  .she  sereained. 
The  boys  answered  with  a  wlioop,  and  one  of 
them  growled:     "Hurry  ep,   now,   Hclle!    Here's 
another  loail  awaitiii'!" 

"Jim!"  screamed  the  girl.     "  Let  go!     Kain't  you 
tell  a  han'  from  a  foot?" 

"Ain't  much  difference  'twi.vt  yourn,"  Jim  un- 
gallantly  answered.    "Now!    Heave-ho,  in  you  go!" 
Grabbing  the  girl  around  the  waist,  ho  swung 
her  into  the  kitchen,  then,  leaping  into  his  sleigh,  he 
whirled  the  team  and  galloped  to  tlie  stable.   Sleigh 
followed  sleigh.     From  all  sides  came  tiu;  tinkle  of 
storm-nmfflod  bells,  and  .soon  the  house  was  throng- 
ed  with   stout,    red-laced   lads   and   strong  girls, 
pretty,   but  thickened  with  heavy  choring.     The 
boys  were  moccasined,  and  wore  long  arctic  sock.s 
over  heavy  woollen  breeches;  store  tweed,  or  fancy 
moose-skin  coats  covered  their  upper  works,  while 
the  girls  had  added  a  touch  of  finery  to  their  lii„  .ely 
winseys.     By  seven  the  guests  wen;  all  in,  and  three 
sets  of  lancers  held  the  (loor. 


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TlIK    Mkkcv    op    thk    I'iiost 

"All  —  n  ~  iiianrle  —  left!  f lands  -  acrnst! 
Down  —  the  -  renin  !  Swing  —  Ihc  —  corner  — 
Mil!"  sang  ./itii  McKay,  in  time  to  the  music. 

The  niufllcil  siariip  of  niocciLsins,  llif  vigorous 
clacli  of  Sunday  slio<'s  almost  (irowncl  iiis  voire 
and  the  sciucai^ing  fiddle.  Tiicy  danccl  furiou.sly. 
While  the  girls  balanced  on  the  c.rncr,  the  hoys 
(loul)l(-shuffied,  did  fancy  .steps,  and  cut  pigeon- 
wings  as  (l:,.y  i)iunged  to  meet  their  partners. 

"  An  — turn  —lo  —  ilie  —  riijlii '  (Jrand— march!" 
sang  .)ini,  at  the  end  of  the  .set. 

His  eye  was  on  Susie,  who  was  ushering  in  the 
lasl  load  of  girls,  tireat  is  the  prich;  of  the  man 
who  cuts  the  prospective  groom  out  of  the  lirst 
dance  with  his  bride. 

"  Cliauxxez!"  he  roared,  at  the  opportune  moment, 
and  .shot  ucro.<!s  the  floor  on  a  mad  gallop.  But 
just  then  Sam  Short,  Bob  Moore,  and  three  re- 
mittance-men also  (lived  for  the  prize. 

"Hands  off!"  laughed  Susie,  wrenching  free. 
■■  ^'<'«-,  'x'ys,  line  up  an'  .shet  yer  eyes,  and  the  man 
that  walks  straightcst  'cross  the  floor  gets  the 
dance.     No  winkin'." 

While  they  were  pacing  forward,  gobbler-fashion, 
lifting  their  feet  very  high,  .she  .slid  by  and  joined  her 
fmnci.     "Thought    they'd    done    you,    Bill,"    .she 


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whispered,  as  they  whirled  off  together.    "  Oh,  look 
at  them!    Geese!" 

But  Jim  got  the  next  dance,  a  set  of  lancers,  and 
he  handled  it  as  became  a  virtuoso  in  calling  off. 

"Jes  look  at  Maggie  Ross!"  Susie  whispered,  as 
they  balanced  on  the  corner. 

The  girl,  a  strong,  lithe  creature,  was  sunply 
revelling  in  an  ecstasy  of  rhythmic  movement. 
Her  supple  body  swung  with  an  unconscious  aban- 
don, and  she  stepped  prettily  on  the  corners  when 
she  might  have  been  resting.  Just  as  Susie  spoke, 
Maggie  turned  to  speak  to  Belle  McKay,  who  was 
Bitting  out  the  dance. 

"  All  —  svring  —  the  —  comer  —  lady!"  sang  Jim 
McKay. 

"Hurry,  Mag!"  called  Bob  Moore,  her  partner. 

The  girl  turned,  saw  that  she  was  late,  and  sprang 
with  out-stretched  hands.  Bob,  who  was  executing 
a  pas  seul  while  waiting,  staggered  from  the  impact, 
tripped,  and  fell  with  a  comical  expression  of  as- 
ton-shment  on  his  face.  The  girl  stood  over, 
horrified,  looking  down  on  the  havoc  she  had 
wrought. 

"Well!"  she  innocently  exclaimed.  "Did— you 
—ever?    Why,  I  jes  touched  him!" 

A  roar  of  laughter  greeted  the  naive  remark. 
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TiiK   Mercy   op  thk   FnosT 

Tho  men  howlod  and  the  girls  screamed,  while  the 
unfortunate  Bob  lay,  simulating  immense  alarm, 
and  yelled: 

"Hold  her  back,  boys!    Hold  her  back!    I  give 
in,  Mag.    I  do,  shorely.    Fetch  the  parson." 

And  while  tne  young  folks  thus  poured  of  their 
abundance  of  tho  wine  of  life,  black  care  hobnobbed 
with  the  master  of  the  house.  Silas  did  his  best, 
but  now  and  then,  perhaps  in  the  middle  of  a 
laugh,  a  sickening  sense  of  coming  trouble  would 
strike  him  dumb.  Once  Susie  noticed  his  grave 
face,  and  in  a  pause  of  the  dance  slipped  behind 
him  and  whispered,  "What's  wrong,  dad?" 

Before  he  could  answer  she  was  called  to  her 
place,  so  she  read  his  trouble  in  her  own  way. 
"Dad's  goin'  to  miss  me  ever  so  much,"  she  said, 
doubtfully,  to  Bill  Lamance. 

"He  had  orter,"  replied  Bill,  with  an  admiring 
glance  that  drew  upon  him  a  box  on  the  ear. 

But  after  that  Susie's  laughter  took  on  a  quieter 
note,  and  she  cast  many  a  sympathetic  glance 
towards  her  father,  who  sat  listening  to  the  voice  of 
the  storm. 

Until  long  past  midnight  the  blizzard  thundered 
by.    Early  in  the  evening  gray  figures  etched  them- 

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The   PnonATioNEii 

selves  upon  the  window-panes,  to  be  buried  quicidy 
beneath  a  film  of  clouded  ice.    Whenever  the  door 
opened  a  narrow  band  of  light  revealed  a  wild  snow- 
flurry  sweeping  by;  and  the  cold  blast,  rushing  in, 
froze  the  hot,  moist  air,  and  filleil  the  place  witli 
chilly  fog.    At  midnight  the  spirit  thermometer 
registereil  a  hundred  degrees  of  frost.    But  about 
two  in  the  morning  the  winil  eased;  at  three,  the 
moon  peeped  from  behind  a  cloud  at  a  white  and 
frosty  world.    The  teams  were  brought  round,  the 
girls   snuggled   in    the    sleigh  bottoms,  with  hot 
stones  to  feet  and  hands,  and  by  four  the  house  was 
quiet. 

Christmas  morning  broke  fair  and  frosty.    Not  a 
breath  of  air  stirred  the  rime  upon  the  trees.    The 
bluffs  were  wreathed  in  a  shimmering  veil,  the  keen 
air  thrilled— thrilled  like  wine,  and  when  the  sun 
slipped  out  of  hb  blanket  of  ro.se  and  gold  a  sea  of 
sparkling  diamonds  shot  back  his  ray.s.    The  wed- 
ding had  been  set  for  eleven,  but  it  was  nearly 
twelve  before  the  minister's  Indian   ponies  came 
skipping  down  the  trail.    The  lines  were  slung  be- 
hind the  preacher's  back,  his  fur  coat  bristled  with 
frost,  and  his  long  arms  were  flapping,  windmill 
fashion. 
"Never  saw  a  stiffer  Christmas!"  he  exclaimed, 

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line, 


bustling  into  tho  house.  "  Had  to  sto,,  ihr, 
m  ton  niilas  to  thuw  out.  Waiting,  arc  you' 
Harkins!    H(-ip  mo  off  with  this  coat." 

While  ho  wa.s  being  .skinned  of  his  furs  ho  stood 
over  the  stove  cracking  hi.s  wedding  jokes-hoary 
jests,  accumulated  a.id  handed  down  by  generations 
of  country  preachers.  But  presently  Silas  came  in 
troni  puttnig  up  the  team,  and  the  minister  resumotl 
hi.'i  wonted  gravity. 

Bride  an.l  groom  stoo.l  ready.  Susie  carried  no 
flower.s-tho  North  offers  none  to  a  winter's  bride- 
but  on  her  cheeks  a  pretty  color  came  and  went 
A  simple  firess  of  white  fluffed  about  her.  4  flood 
of  chastene<l  light  poured  through  the  frosted 
window.,  brightly  touching  the  scarlet  berries 
among  the  green  spruce  bou^  and  lighting  the 
circle  of  expectant  faces. 

The  minister  opened  his  book  at   the  marriage 
.service,  and  cleared  his  throat. 
"  Brethren,"  he  began,  "  we—" 
A  clash  of  bells  an.l  the  lament  of  a  .swiftly  mov- 
ing sleigh  interrupted.    The  minister  paused,  fore- 
finger on  his  place,   and  glanced  inquiringly  up 
i3ut  Silas  had  already  started  for  the  door    his 
mind  full  of  vague  apprehension.     As  he  threw  it 
wide,  a  smoking  team  of  r.onies  drew  up  opposite 

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and^he  sheriff  of  Russol  County  stepped  from  the 


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II 

Flyixo  snow,  fine  as  sifted  salt;  intense  frost •  a 
wind  that  pierces  fur,  wool,  ami  flesh  to  the  marrow 
of  one's  bones,  mix  and  serve  cold  for  a  prairie  storm 
But  as  the  galo  is  to  the  cyclone,  so  is  the  snow- 
storm to  the  blizzard.    When  it  whirls  over  the 
North,  winds  that  whip  a  hundred  miles  of  prairie 
every  hour  snatch  a  season's  snow  from  earth's  four 
corners  and  stir  it  until  the  air  is  thick  as  hasty- 
pudding.     The  mercury  freezes,  but  the  spirit  drops 
down,  and  down,  and  down.    Heavy  snow,  frozen 
snow,  snow  that  will  drive  through  a  stretched 
hide,  walls  the  traveller  within  a  fleecy  eloud  that 
stings  the  flesh  like  fire.     In  broad  day,  a  hand  held 
at  arm's-length  may  not  be  seen;  a  cry  drops  flat 
and   liollow   to   the   ground;    and   at  night   inky 
blackness  drapes  the  twisting  chaos. 

In  spite  of  the  sardonic  coldness  of  his  parting 
word,  the  usurer  was  full  of  a  hot  and  bitter  anger. 
For  the  first  time  a  debtor  of  his  had  dared  resent  his 
arrogance  of  power.  He  had  been  defied,  threat- 
ened; the  blood  trickled  from  his  stricken  mouth 
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The   Mercy  of  the   Frost 

Wiping  it  with  his  badger  mitt,  he  leaned  over  and 
cut  the  horses  along  the  flank. 

With  a  sudden  snort  the  brutes  sprang  from 
under  the  whip  and  raced  along  the  trail.  But 
presently  a  black  blot  grew  out  of  the  gloom  just 
ahead,  and  a  sleighing-song  caught  his  ear. 

"^ngle  bells,  jingle  bells,  jingle  all  the  way. 
Oh,  what  fun  ,t  is  to  ride  in  a  one-hoss  open  sleigh!" 

The  singing  stopped  a.«  he  turneil  out  in  the  fleen 
snow  to  let  the  singers  by.  They  screamed  Christ- 
mas greetmgs,  but  he  answered  nothing.  Again 
and  agam  he  turned  ouv  to  let  sleighs  pass  but 

presently  the  last-drawn  by  a  laggardToke 
oxen— crawled  past. 

"Who  is  thet?"  he  heanl  a  voice  e.xclaim 
_'Looked  like  Fraser's  sorrels!"  a  man  answered. 

ine  old  screw!" 
The  bitter  answer  smote  his  ear  as  the  oxen 
swayed  along  high  above  him  on  the  trail     Then 
ho  and  the  storm  were  alone  together  in  the  middle 
ot  a  hundred  thousand  miles  of  prairie 

Now,  if  the  trail  be  packed  and  the  wind  steady 
a  man  may  buck  into  the  blackest  kind  of  storm.' 
And  .f  he  but  keep  the  wind  on  one  cheek,  he  is 
bound,  sooner  or  later,   to  strike  some  sort  of 

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shelter.  Hut  before  the  usurer  had  gained  half- 
way to  Russel,  the  wind  veered  fifty  points,  a 
smother  of  snow  snatched  his  breath,  and  the 
blizzard  broke. 

Instantly  ho  was  enveloped  in  a  whirling  flurry. 
He  could  neither  see  nor  hear  the  horses,  a  wall  of 
snow  drove  in  between;  but  the  jerking  lines  told  the 
tale  of  their  distressful  snorts.  He  felt  just  as 
though  he  were  being  drawn  through  a  black  void, 
where  the  thunderous  blizzard-voice  drowned  all 
sound.  And  he  got  so  used  to  the  eternal  sameness 
of  the  great  voice,  to  its  one  tremendous  tone,  that 
at  last  he  heard  nothing— everything,  but  infinite 
blackness,  was  not.  Yet  though  blind  and  deaf, 
he  could  tell  by  the  even  quiver  of  the  runners  that 
the  sorrels  kept  the  trail. 

For  a  mile  or  .so  the  plucky  beasts  drove  into  the 
thick,  then,  all  of  a  sudden,  the  cutter  began  to 
pitch.  Instantly  Fraser  pulled  up.  As  he  stepped 
from  the  sleigh  the  wind  struck  him  a  foul  blow, 
the  drift  poured  over  him,  the  storm  beat  him  and 
howled  like  a  fierce  bully,  but  he  struggled  to  the 
horses'  heads  and  pulled  them  on  the  trail.  Five 
minutes  after  they  left  it  again.  And  a  third 
time;  and  on  the  fourth  break  he  stayed  by  thi  .1, 
trudging  along  in  the  blackness,  feeling  the  way  with 
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Till:    Mi:it<'Y    ()  I     Tin;    FiiosT 

his  feot.  But  soon  ovon  lliis  failed  him.  Wind 
and  snow  conspired  to  pack  tlie  tlrifts.  Soon  they 
bore  his  weight,  and  after  tliat  there  was  nothing  to 
distinguish  trail  from  prairie. 

Still,  with  ever-increasing  fury,  th(?  storm  raged 
on.  It  seemed  to  him  that  lie  had  been  toiling  for 
infinitely  long  periods  of  time  through  vast  spaces, 
seeking  a  lost  trail.  At  last,  all  tired  out,  he 
'Tawled  back  into  the  cutter.  And  now  it  was 
getting  colder.  His  breath  congealed  in  his  beard, 
his  eyelids  froze  together,  the  wind  chilled  hira 
through  his  furs. 

Once  the  twinkle  of  a  distant  light  lifted  him 
from  black  despair.  He  waiteil  eagerly  for  a  break 
in  the  ilrift.  Again  the  bright  pin-point  pierced 
the  darkness.  It  was  the  gable  light  on  Brown's 
house  —  a  cheery  ray,  significant  of  warmth  and 
mirth  and  life.  But,  even  as  he  turned  the  horses 
for  it,  a  sudden  eddy  whirled  up  in  the  gable  and 
dashed  the  lantern  against  the  logs.  Within,  Siias 
heard  the  smash  of  shivering  glass,  and  started,  and 
far  out  on  the  prairie  the  usurer's  team  resumed  their 
endless  circling. 


At  break  of  ilay  Tom  Buchanan  closed  the  door 
of  his  road-house  on  the  Russel  trail  and  strode  off 

,S7 


'Ml' 


T  II  K     V  It  <)  1)  A  T  I  O  N  K  It 

to  do  his  chores.  After  Veiling,  lie  clcaneil  out  the 
stables,  then  took  a  rope  and  fork  to  (;et  some 
straw.  At  the  corner  of  the  stack-yarJ  he  paused 
and  uttered  a  cry  of  surprise. 

Under  the  loo  of  the  stack  a  toam  stootl,  hitched 
to  a  fancy  Portland  cutter.  The  horses  were  furry 
with  frost  and  snow,  and  were  munching  the  dry 
straw  with  all  the  appetite  of  starving  beasts,  while 
in  the  cutter,  silei.'ly  watching  them,  sat  a  man. 
Even  at  that  distance  there  was  something  strange 
in  the  dread  intentness  of  his  look;  and,  as  he  drew 
near,  Tom  saw  that  the  sleigh  was  drifted  full  of  snow. 
Cautiously  approaching,  he  peered  into  the  man's  face. 

"Fraser!"  he  exclaimed,  drawing  quickly  back. 

The  usurer  sat  bolt  upright.  One  mittened  hand 
mutely  offered  a  bul'iy  envelope,  in  the  stiff  fingers 
of  the  other  an  indelible  pencil  was  frozen  fast. 
Stooping,  Tom  read  the  superscription,  then  slipped 
the  packet  in  his  pocket.  And  then,  anil  not 
without  a  shudder,  he  steppe;i  into  the  cutter, 
whirled  the  team,  and  drove  rapidly  to  Ilussei. 

Ill 

"Merry  Christmas!"  saluted  the  sheriiT,  then 
paused.    Silas  was  staring  at  him  with  lack-lustre 

88 


t  n 


TiiK   Meik.'v   of   the   Fhost 

cyps.  "What  ails  you,  man."  coiitinupd  thr 
sheriff. 

"Kciln't  hp  wait  onp  inoro  day?"  groanpd  the 
famipr.     "  May  the  cursp — " 

Thp  shpriff  held  up  a  staying  hand.  "  Hush,  man!" 
he  warned.  "  It'.s  ill  cursing  the  drad."  Mut  already 
the  farmer's  cry  lud  filled  the  door  with  curiou.s  faces. 

"  Dead?"  echoed  Silas. 

"Who?  How?  When?  Where?"  a  dozen  voices 
eagerly  ijiestioned. 

"Donald  Frascr!"  answered  the  sheriff,  laconi- 
cally. "Las' night!  The  ol' thing!  Off  the  trail- 
then,  the  white  death." 

A  gush  of  feeling  flooded  the  farmer's  mind,  and 
while  his  neighbors  plied  the  sheriff  ho  tried  to 
catch  an  end  of  I..-  ^angled  skein  of  thought.  First, 
he  felt  immense  relief.  He  caught  himself  thank- 
ing God  for  the  usurer's  death,  and  though  he  tried 
to  smother  the  thought,  like  a  half-scotched  devil 
it  kept  thrusting  upward.  Then,  with  a  sudden 
revulsion,  despair  seized  him— the  mort~age  still 
held!  And  what  brought  Morris  out  on  such  a 
morning?  Suspense  was  intolerable!  Stepping  be- 
fore the  sheriff,  he  said : 

"  I  reckon,  Harry,  as  ye  didn't  come  out  jes'  to 
tell  us  thi     ' 

U9 


T  II  E     P  II  ()  11  A  T  I  O  N  E  H 


•1^ 


If 


Morris  smiled.  "  Woll — no,  not  exactly,"  he  re- 
plied, fumbling  in  his  pockets,  "  though  tny  business 
ain't  p'r'aps  what  you  think.  SherilT'.s  work  'd 
never  bring  me  out  on  a  Christmas  morning.  Ah! 
here  it  is!" 

He  drew  forth  a  package  and  handed  it  to  Silas, 
who  took  it  with  a  trembling  hand.  "  Come,  come!" 
laughed  the  sheriff,  clapping  him  on  the  shoulder. 
"Get  inside,  man,  and  open  it." 

All  crowded  round,  eagerly  expectant,  but  Silas 
hopelessly  fumbled  the  packet  with  his  stiff,  cold 
fingers.  "Here!"  exclaimed  the  minister,  im- 
patiently, "give  it  to  mo,  Mr.  Brown!" 

With  a  dexterous  movement  he  slit  the  envelope. 
Within  lay  Silas's  mortgage,  with  its  long  row  of  en- 
dorsements, extending  over  many  a  weary  year. 
Written  of  his  sweat  and  blood  they  were,  in  charac- 
ters of  red  agony.  But  across  the  face  of  the  deed, 
in  the  great  scribble  of  a  blind  and  feeble  hand,  the 
usurer  had  written,  "  Paid  in  full." 

Who  shall  tell  tlic  thoughts  of  him  that  [lerishes 
at  the  hand  of  tlie  frost-god?  Perhap.'i,  as  the 
merciful  drowsincs.s  which  heralds  the  white  death 
cre])t  on,  tlu^  old  man  may  have  liarkeil  back  to  the 
springtime  of  his  life?  lie  may  have  seen  his 
daughter's  conduct  in  a  kindlier  light  and  cherished 
90 


The   Mehcy   of  tiik   Fhost 

a  tender  thought  for  liis  crritiK  son?  And— who 
knows?  As  his  stiffiminR  fingers  jx^rfornmd  this 
last  kind  act,  his  dead  wife  may  have  n  r-hod  forth 
from  infinity  and  drawn  him  from  the  dross  that 
he  had  made  his  god. 


L: 


A   DRUMMER    OF   THE    QUEEN 


I, 

i 


K  ii     I 


A   DRUMMER   OF   THE    QUEEN 


PATSEY  DOOLAN  was  a  small  "son  o'  the 
widder."  At  her  command  ho  blew  silvery 
calls  from  a  brass  bugle,  receiving  therefor  the 
princely  income  of  twopence  per  diem— less  a  half- 
penny a  month,  deducted  for  the  services  of  the 
regimental  barber.  He  also  received,  annually, 
two  brand-new  red  uniforms,  which  turned  the 
souls  of  civilian  boys  green  with  envy,  and  as 
much  good,  solid  food  as  he  could  crowd  into  his 
small  stomach. 

A  bright  boy  was  Patsey.  At  least,  so  said 
Drum-Major  O'Hooligan— a  wise  man,  who  could 
tell  what  a  boy  was  thinking  about  by  looking  at 
him. 

"  It's  a  full-blooded  colonel  o'  the  quane  Patsey  'II 
be  when  ye'ro  carryin'  coal  to  the  married  quarters 
av  a  Sathurday  mornin',"  O'Hooligan  would  say  to 
the  "Drums."    "Listen,  yc  small  sarpints!"    And 

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The   Probationer 


* 
I:, 


he  would  hold  up  his  hand  while  Patsey  made  music 
of  the  "  last  post." 

But  it  was  possible  to  have  too  much  of  a  good 
thing.  The  commendations  of  his  superior  officer 
got  Patspy  into  pecks  of  trouble.  After  practice, 
the  "Drums"  would  descend  upon  him  in  a  body 
and  mottle  his  small  body  with  assortctl  shades  of 
blue  and  black. 

Patscy's  regiment,  the  One  Hundred  and  Tenth 
of  the  line,  was  stationed  at  the  Curragh  of  Kildarc, 
where  rules  a  brigade-major  with  a  will  of  iron  and  a 
soul  of  brass.  He  is  known,  is  that  major,  from 
Cork  to  Cochin  China  and  from  the  Cape  to  Kan- 
dahar. Men  who  have  served  under  him  renounce 
all  other  forms  of  abuse,  and  consign  their  enemies 
to  the  Curragh  Camp;  and  whole  regiments  have 
been  known  to  tremble  at  the  mention  of  his  name. 

The  One  Hundred  and  Tenth  had  been  ordered  to 
the  Curragh  by  way  of  penance  for  infractions  of  the 
peace  of  her  Majesty  the  Queen.  One  black  night 
in  Limerick,  in  an  ill-advised  moment,  they  painted 
the  statue  of  Daniel  O'Connell  a  brilliant  orange,  and 
now  they  repented  in  sackcloth  and  ashes  at  the  feet 
of  Brigade-Major  Cramp. 

And  the  major  did  his  best  to  bring  the  regiment 
to  a  knowledge  of  the  errors  of  its  ways.  Vexatious 
96 


A     I)  n  U  M  M  E  R     O  K     T  11  K     (J  U  K  F.  V 

night  attacks  upon  imaginary  enemies,  while  tlie 
rest  of  the  command  snored  bhssfully  in  the  lines, 
made  the  temper  of  the  regiment  as  raw  as  the  back 
of  a  commissariat  mule.  Besides  which,  it  was 
harried  by  the  brigade  -  general,  ordered  to  make 
extra  route-marches  by  his  cliief  of  staff,  and  publicly 
anathematized  by  the  conmiander- in-chief.  To 
add  insult  to  injury,  the  other  regiments  made  in- 
sulting remarks  anent  the  One  Hundred  and 
Tenth's  predilections  for  painting  and  other  arts  of 
peace,  until  it  rose  in  its  wrath  antl  smote  them 
with  belt  and  scabbarl  from  A  Lines  to  the 
Clock  Tower.  After  which  it  was  left  severely 
alone. 

When  marching  orders  finally  arrived  at  division 
headquarters  for  the  One  Hundred  and  Tenth,  every 
man,  from  the  colonel  to  the  latest  addition  to  the 
"  Drums,"  hailed  them  as  a  release  from  purgatory. 
They  did  not  know  where  they  were  going,  and 
would  not  know  until  they  got  there,  for  the  actions 
of  the  British  War-Office  are  shrouded  in  mystery 
which  may  not  be  divined  by  a  simpl  regiment  of 
the  line;  but  so  long  as  it  got  out  of  the  clutches  of 
Brigade-Major  Cramp,  the  regiment  did  not  care  if 
it  was  sent  to  Jericho. 

It  was  in  the  spring  of  '85  whcu  H.  M.  troop-ship 
97 


TlIK    PnOBATIOXEIi 

Jumm  with  the  One  Hun.lre.l  and  Tonth  aboard 
docked  at  Halifax,  Nova  Scotia. 

"Just  in  time!"  exclaimed  the  regiment  when  it 
heanl  of  the  rcbelhon  of  the  Metis  in  the  northwest- 
but  an  unkind  Providence  had  decreed  otherwise' 
Iho  Dommion  government  undertook  lo  quell  the 
disturbance  with  its  own  militia,  and  the  only 
a^istance  it  asked  of  the  Hundred  an<l  Tenth  was 
the  loan  of  a  staff-officer. 

There  was  joy  in  the  "  Drums  "  when  they  heard 
that  the  colonel  was  to  take  a  bugler  with  him 
Every  boy  in  the  lot  was  sure  he  would  be  the 
favored  one.  Even  Jimmy  Buck,  who  had  just 
graduated  from  the  married  quarters,  put  in  his 

"I'm  so  little,"  said  ho,  "it  wouldn't  ma-.ter  if 
they  did  pop  me  orf." 

For  several  days  the  buglers  found  innumerable 
errands  which  carried  them  past  the  officers'  quar- 
ters  and  the  colonel  smilul  as  he  noted  the  excessive 
whiteness  of  their  facings,  the  mathematical  exact- 
ness of  their  salutes,  and  the  backwar.l  glances  to 
note  the  effect. 

"The  'Drums'  would  wipe  out  the  rebellion 
alone,  he^  chuckled  to  his  major,  but  that  officer 
received  the  remark  with  hauteur.    He  was  suffer- 

98 


A     DliUMMEK     OP     THE     Q  U  E  K  .V 

ing  under  a  ^n>^  „f  unclr.scrvcl  injury.    It  was 
certamly  p,ggi«h  ..f  u.o  colonel  to  n.onopolizo  Z 

ony  chance  of  getting  killed  which  ha.l  been  offered 
the  regiment  in  a  decad(!. 

The   night   before   the   colonel's   departure    the 
hoice  o  a  bugler  had  not  yet  been  ann'ounced,  and 

the  pitch  of  mutiny.     In  the  absence  of  the  drum- 
niujor,  a  battle  royal  raged  among  the  a.spirantl  for 
service    at    the    front.    That    officer,    L    bl  s,S 
.gnorance  of  the  conation  of  his  command    wa 
closeted  with  the  colonel.  ' 

"And   you   can  recommend   the   Doolan   bov 
Drum-Major?"  '' 

''Blows  the  sweetest  G  in  the  corps,  sir  " 
_  Father  and  mother  both  dead,  you  say  r- 

Re/I:      """T^"  Color -Sergeant  Doolan,  sir' 
Kest  his  sowl!" 

"Ah,  to  be  sure."    The  colonel  reven  ntly  raised 

AflI?'.T"-  ,"'"""' '"  "•'^^  '"Sht  attack  in  the 
Afghan  hills  in  78.    A  brave  man  " 

The  colonel  leaned  his  head  on  his  haml    an<! 
s.>cnce  fell  in  the  orderly  room.    The  druml'o 

ThTKh"  r'p  ""  '""'  ■^*^^"'  '^'^^'^ht  to  his  froit 
The  Khyber  Pass  ro.se  before  them  in  all  its  savage 
grandeur,  and  into  the  minds  of  both  RmI 

99 


T  H  K     P  n  O  B  A  T  I  O  N  K  R 

picture  of  a  ring  of  dead  Ghurkas,  and  the  body  of 
the  sergeant,  slashed  from  shoulder  to  waist.  Ivine 
in  the  midst.  * 

"And  the  mother?" 

"  Died  av  fever,  in  the  lines  at  Rawul-Pindi  sir  " 

"Very  well,  Drum-Major,"  said  the  colonel,  clos- 
ing h.s  oook.  "Let  him  report  at  my  quarters  in 
marchmg  order  at  eight,  sharp,  to-morrow  morning  " 

Patsoy  paraded  in  the  morning  bearing  upon  his 
freckled  face  many  marks  of  the  "Drums"  disap- 
proval of  the  colonel's  choice. 

"  Fighting?"  asked  the  colonel. 

"Bill  Hogan  'it  me, sir,"  said  Patsey,  apologet- 
ically.   "An' I  licked 'im." 

"  Why  did  he  strike  you?" 

"  'Cos  I  said  I'd  bring  'im  'ome  a  'arf-breed  scalp 
sir."  '^' 

"H'ra!"  said  the  colonel.  "You'll  bo  lucky  if 
you  bring  back  your  own." 

Then  he  contemplated  with  ^'ondcr  the  look  of 
ecstasy  which  spread  over  the  boy's  face  "I 
believe  the  little  beggars  like  to  be  killed"  he 
thought.    "It'sbor.iin'em!" 

Winnipeg  was  in  a  wild  frenzy  of  excitement  when 
the  colonel,  with  Patsey  in  tow,  reported  at  head- 
quarters.   Lean  and  lank  settlers  wandered  up  and 

100 


A   Drummer  of  the   Queen 

down  Main  Street,  or  gathoro.l  in  knot,,  eloquently 
descantmg  on  what  they  would  ,lo  if  tl^y  X "  ,e 

nS'"'  ,  '^"''""  "™'  """""«  -'»  'he  Jty 
in  buckboard.s,  ox-wagons.  Red  River  carts,  afoot 
and  ahorse,  bringing  with  the.n  fresh  tales  of  torture 
and  rapme.    Big  Bear  had  massacred  all  the  wl  te 
men  at  Frog  Lake,  and  carried  off  the  wo.n  n 
was  suul  that  Battleford  had  fallen.     Lonelv  settler 
had  been  overtaken  in  flight,  killed,  and  ;ealped; 
That  very  day  a  mounted  policeman  galloped  in 
worn  and  weary,  reeling  in  his  sa.ldle,  with  the  nels 
0  Cromer's  defeat  at  Duck  Lake.     Riel  was  .sa^  " 
be  advancing  on  Winnipeg.    A  bloody  cloud  of  fear 
smoke,  and  war,  hung  over  the  Great  Lone  Land,  and 
the  danger,  magnified  by  common  report  out  of  all 
proportion,  loomed  terrible  in  the  distance 

But  the  much -maligned  government  was  <loing 
■ts  best  to  grapple  with  the  situation.    Raw  levies 
of  sturdy  Scot-Canadians  poured  in  fast  as  spec  a 
trams  could  bring  them  through  fifteen  huS 
m.les  of  forest.     Patsey  inspected  them  as   they 
arnved  w.th  a  critical  eye.     He  sauntered  roun.l 
the.r  quarters,  bestowing  a  commendation  here  a 
s^ncture  there,  with  all  the  assurance  of  a  c"m! 
mander-m-chief  on  a  field-day. 
"A  likely-lookin'  lot,"  he  observed, blandly •  "but 


The   P  k  o  n  a  t  I  o  n  k  r 

soldiers!'' — with  a  sniff  of  unutterable  contempt — 
"oh,  crikey!"  And  having  thus  trstifiod  to  their 
impossibility,  judged  by  the  superior  standards  of  a 
drummer  of  the  Line,  he  proceeded  to  inspect  the 
drum-corps. 

"Where's  the  '  Drums'  quartered?"  he  asked  of  a 
big  private  of  the  Ninotietli  Foot.  The  man  stared. 
"  The  '  Drums ' !"  Patsoy  added,  impatiently.  "  The 
buglers!" 

The  private  surveyed  the  little  red  figure  and 
laughed. 

"Reckon  it's  the  man  thet  blows  the  horn  thet 
ye're  wantin'."  Patsey  nodded.  "Ye'll  fin'  him 
over  there." 

Patsey  moved  in  the  direction  indicated,  and  was 
shocked  to  find  that  a  long,  lean  bugler  was  the  sole 
representative  of  the  important  branch  of  the 
service  to  which  he  belonged.  But  quickly  re- 
covering his  equanimity,  he  commenced  to  examine 
the  lone  drummer  concerning  his  qualifications  for 
his  office,  and  soon  found  that  he  had  a  most  shock- 
ing habit  of  injecting  a  cracked  C  right  into  the 
centre  of  his  quavery  G. 

"Listen,  ye  long  sarpint,"  said  Patsey,  rising  on 
his  toes  after  the  fashion  of  Drum-Major  O'Hooligan, 
"  while  I  sound  ye  a  G!" 

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A     I)  HUM. MRU     OK     Till..     QpRpy 

The  depth  and  fulness  of  that  G  haunted  the 
long  bugler  untU  he  almost  bun.t  a  blood-vessel  in 
futUo  attcnii  .s  at  imitation.  And  l)eeaiiso  of  this 
tribute  to  las  suix-riority,  Patsey  patronized  the 
long  bugler  extensively,  and  had  even  a  good  word 
for  the  Ninetieth.  "Though,  of  course,  ye'll  never 
be  soldiers,"  he  would  add  to  his  commendations. 

The  Ninetieth  looked  upon  Patsey  somewhat  in 
the  light  of  a  good  joke;  so  that  when  he  was  finally 
attached  to  them  for  mess  purposes  the  arrange- 
ment was.  saiisfactory  to  all  parties.  He  shared 
with  them  the  dangers  and  toils  of  the  long  march 
from  Qu'Appelle,  and  was  w.th  them  at  Fish  Creek 
when  they  engaged  Iliol's  forces  and  drove  them 
back  upon  Batoche. 

On  the  evening  of  the  second  day's  fighting  at 
Batoche,  a  semicircle  of  reil  fires  winked  mockingly 
out  of  the  black  night  at  the  breeds  sullenly  lying 
m  their  second  line  of  defence.  Around  the  fires 
lay  the  men  of  the  Ninetieth,  swapping  experiences 
of  the  day  s  work.  Here  and  there  a  man  sat  close 
up  to  the  blaze,  writing  home-perhaps  for  the  last 
time;  and  the  firelight  flickered  on  the  faces  of 
thoughtful  men  who  knew  that  death  lurked  out 
in  the  rifle-pits.  Between  the  Ninetieth  and  the 
enemy  extended  a  long  line  of  pickets,  but  th->  -it- 

103 


The   P  u  o  n  a  t  I  o  n  k  r 

moHt  vigilancp  could  not  prrvont  xtragcjIliiK  siiiijcrs 
from  (Iroppiiig  iiii  occii-sionul  hullot  into  oiitiip. 

I'litsi'y  sejuuttcd  nt  oiio  of  tho  firps,  licuting  tea  in 
1  canteen,  and  knpt  up  a  rum  ng  connncnt  on  the 

ma'uvring  of  the  Ninetieth. 

"Ye  didn't  keep  your  distances,"  he  remarked, 
sagelj.    "Lot  o'  jjooniin'  siieep!" 

The  long  bugler  withdrew  his  cleaning-rod  from 
his  rifle  and  siiuinteJ  ilown  the  barrel,  "(lue.ss 
she'll  do,"  he  said,  snapping  the  breech.  "Say, 
boys,  (lid  ye  see  I'atsey  standin'  behind  the  gen- 
eral's hoss?" 

"Out  o'  range,  too,"  said  another  man,  with  a 
wink. 

"Priij'er  place  fer  the  reg'lars,"  said  a  third. 

"Where  else  'd  I  be,  ye  'arf-baked  lobsters?"  re- 
plied Patsey ,  with  superior  calmness.  "  Yer  wouldn't 
'a'  know  ''(1  where  to  go  if  I  'adn't  tooted  yer  orders." 

"Tooled  us  inter  the  rifle-pits  from  long  range, 
Patsey?    Ye're  brave!" 

The  kid  lifted  the  canteen  from  the  glowing  coals 
and  ojjened  his  mouth  to  reply.  A  rifle  flashed 
beyond  the  pickets,  and  a  whizzing  bullet  sen*  the 
tin  flying  from  his  hand.  The  hot  te.r  splaslied 
all  over  the  men.  They  jumped  to  their  feet  and 
lushed  for  their  rifles. 

104 


A    1)  it  u  M  M  V.  It   OK   T II  i;   Q  I  i:  i;  v 

"Hero,"  said  thn  long  bugler,  "we've  got  tor  gnt 
thet  feller!    Are  yo  hurt,  boy?  " 

Hut  Piitsey  Im.j  seizeil  u  riHe  and  slipp,.,]  off  in  the 
darkness. 

"  I'Vaid,  am  I?"  he  muttered.  "  III  show  'erii!' 
He  lay  Hat  on  his  iK-ily  ami  wormed  his  way  U'.- 
tween  th<?  piekets;  but,  oiie(-  outside  the  line  he 
rose  to  his  feet  and  moved  rapi.lly  arross  the 
prairie.  Looking  baek,  he  eould  .see;  the  red  fires, 
and  black  figures  passing  between;  and  he  l...,-,rd 
the  long  bugler  cautioning  th(^  pickets  not  to  let 
"the  little  red  drummer  go  by."  A  rifle  llashcl 
about  a  hundred  yards  ahead,  and  the  bullet  hum- 
med along  its  path  of  death  just  above  his  head. 
He  dropped  on  his  hands  and  knees,  an.'  crept 
towards  the  fla.sh. 

"I'll  wait  till  I  get  within  twenty  yards  of  the 
beggar,"  lie  thought.     "Then  I'll  plug  'im!" 

He  wiggled  over  the  gra.ss  towards  the  concealed 
mark.sman.  Once  more  the  rifle  flashed— this  time 
only  fifty  yards  rway.  Pat.sey  crept  a  little  nearer 
and  waited.  He  thought  he  could  .see  a  dim  figure 
through  the  darkness,  but  dar'-d  not  fire.  He  waited 
for  the  flash.  At  last  it  came.  He  sighted  for  the 
very  centre  of  the  white  smoke  dimly  rising  in  the 
blackness,  and  i;ulled  trigger. 

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The   P n o  b  a ti  o n e  r 

Blinding  fire  flashed  from  the  breech  of  his  rifle. 
A  crashing  sound  rent  his  brain,  and  he  plunged 
forward  and  lay  still. 

For  a  few  niinut<'s  after  the  bursting  of  tlie  little 
bugler's  rifle,  silence  reigned  over  the  prairie.  Then 
two  figures  loomed  out  of  tlu;  night  and  bent  over 
the  !',y.  0|ie  of  the  men  picked  up  the  shattered 
v/eapo... 

"Thought  as  much,  Jean.  Plugged  nmzzle.  Run 
it  inter  tlie  sand,  I  guess.  Breecli  blown  right 
out." 

"By  Gar!  Luckeo  for  me,"  said  the  other. 
"  'E  va.s  onloe  twenty  paces  otT.  Talce  up  hees  feet, 
Baptiste." 

"Why,  it's  a  boy!"  exclaimed  the  other.  "Poor 
Icetlo  beggar— a  bugler.     Here'.s  hees  horn." 

When  consciousness  slowly  filtered  back,  Patsey 
found  himself  lying  in  a  smoke-blacked  tepee.  His 
temples  throbbed  with  i)ain,  and  the  blood  still 
flowed  from  a  cut  beneath  his  eye,  but  otherwise 
he  was  none  th(!  worse  for  his  mishap.  He  sat  up 
and  took  note  of  his  surroundings. 

A  man  sat  writing  at  a  lough  (able  by  tlie  light 
of  a  cotton  flare.     As  Patsey  looked  ui)on  him,  a 
vague  idea  that  he  had  seen  tlie  fellow  before  en- 
tered his  nund,  anil  he  looked,  and  looked  again, 
liw 


A   Dhlmmkr   of   the   Queen 

tryir  ,  to  placo  him.  From  tho  man's  straight 
eyfbrows  ro«.  a  high  forehead  crowned  witli 
bnstiing  hair.  His  lips  were  tiiin,  l.is  cheeks 
Hollow,  and  his  uoso  long  and  straight.  Wild  eyes 
liot  with  the  fires  of  fanaticism,  gleame.l  froir.  hi.s 
pale  face.  He  glanced  ciuickly  up  when  the  boy 
moved,  and  then  Patsey  recognized  him  from  a 
portrait  he  ha.l  seen  in  Winuipeg-it  was  Louis 
Itiel. 

"  Who  aiv  you  ?"  ftiol  spoke  in  <,uick,  harsli  tones. 
Patsey  Doolaii,  sir." 

"What  regiment?" 

"One  Ilmidred  and  Tenth  of  the  Line,"  replied 
Patsey,  jjroudly  swelling  his  chest.  "Attached  to 
the  Ninetieth  Winnipeg  Rifles." 

"Ah,  a  regular.     Bugler?" 

"Yes,  sir." 

Riel  bit  the  end  of  his  pen  and  stared  at  the  boy  • 
but  Patsy  could  see  that  the  wild  eyes  were  seeing 
other  things.  For  a  full  minute  he  stared,  then 
the  eyelids  drooped  antl  a  sinister  expression  shot 
across  his  face. 

"We'll  find  you  som(!tliiiig  to  do  to-morrow,"  he 
said,  and  turned  again  to  his  writing. 

Patsey   watched   for   a   while.     Indian   runners 
slipped  in  and  out,  bringing  and  taking  messages. 
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The   Probationer 

Kiel  would  glance  up,  give  a  quick  order,  and  plunge 
again  into  his  writing.  Gradually  the  boy  cora- 
menced  to  nod;  he  heard  the  voices  as  in  the  dis- 
tance, then  he  dropped  into  a  sound  sleep. 

When  he  awoke,  the  gray  lights  of  the  early 
morning  were  stealing  into  the  tent,  but  Riel  still 
sat  busily  writing.     When  the  t.ov  moved,  the  half- 
breed  leader  struck  his  open  hand  smartly  on  the 
table.    An  Indian  stepped  to  the  door. 
"Send  Laval  here,  We-weep!"     He  spoke  in  Cree 
Riel  sat  nervously  biting  the  end  of  his  pen 
until  a  heavy  step  sounded  on  the  outside     The 
flap  of  the  tent  flew  back,  and  a  big  breed  swag- 
gere.    in.     lie  glanced  at  the  boy's  red  coat,  and 
scowled.    Patscy  shrank  instinctively  back.     Brute 
was  marke<l  on  every  line  of  the  man's  pock-marked 
visage;  h.s  eyes  squinted  out,  yet  the  boy  could  feel 
the  malevolent  glare  coneentratal  full  upon  him 

The  two  men  whispered  together,  glancing  over 
their  shoulders.    At  last  Riel  spoke  aloud. 

" Listen,  boy,"  he  said.     "  Go  with  this  man.     Do 
everything    he    tells    you,    or-"    A    cruel    smile    ■ 
writhed  his  thin  lips. 

The  breed  grabbed  the  boy's  collar  and  jerked 
hmi  roughly  to  his  feet.  A  cloth  was  tied  over  his 
eyes,  and  he  was  led  out  of  the  tent.    For  nearly  a 

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A   Drummer   op  the   Quern 

mile  hn  stumbled  along  bositlo  his  companion.  He 
could  hear  men  talking,  sometimes  in  English,  more 
often  in  French,  and  then  again  he  recognized  the 
gutturals  of  the  Cree.  Suddenly  he  felt  himself 
raised  from  his  fe  :  M  dropped  into  a  hole.  As 
he  fell  his  hands  .  w  instinctively  to  the  bandage 
that  biindctl  him,  and  he  tore  it  off. 

He  was  in  a  rifle-pit,  the  centre  of  a  long  line  ox- 
tending  as  far  as  the  eye  could  reach  to  the  right  ami 
left.  In  the  next  pit  was  Laval,  and  all  along  the 
Ime  he  could  see  the  heads  of  the  swarthy  breeds 
peering  through  the  embrasures  of  the  pits.  Just 
then  his  attention  wa.s  attracted  by  the  sound  of  a 
British  bugle,  and,  peeping  through  his  loop-hole, 
he  saw  the  Canailian  forces  deploying  for  bat*Ie. 
Again  the  bugle  sounded  the  "right  extend,"  anci 
Patsey  grinned  with  pleasure  as  a  shrill  C  split 
up  the  quavery  G.  Once  •  re  he  glanced  along 
the  Ime  of  pits.  The  breerL  .vero  sighting  through 
the  loop-holes  and  muttering  curses  on  the  slow- 
moving  troops. 

The  blaring  bugle  brought  him  back  to  his  loop- 
hole in  a  hurry.  The  Canadians  were  advancing. 
He  could  .see  the  black  uniforms  of  the  Ninetieth 
dodging  from  bush  to  bush.  Away  to  the  right, 
Boulton's  Horse  were  swinging  out  for  a  wide  flauk- 

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The   Probation er 

ing  movement.  Grassett's  Grenadiers  deployed  on 
the  left,  and  the  Midlanders  covered  the  Ninetieth. 

A  stir  in  the  next  pit  attracted  his  attention. 
Laval  was  looking  through  the  sights  of  his  long 
rifle.  A  thin  spume  of  smoke  shot  from  the  em- 
brasure, followed  by  a  sharp  report— the  battle  had 
commenced. 

Three  long  hours  Patsey  lay  in  his  pit  watching 
the  advance.  Sometimes  a  screaming  hail  from 
Howard's  Gatling  swept  over  him,  and  then  a  rifle- 
bullet  would  plump  into  his  parapet,  but  none  hap- 
pened to  find  his  loop-hole.  He  trembled  with  joy 
a.s  his  friend.s  drew  gradually  nearer  in  the  face  of  the 
destructive  fire.  As  the  day  wore  on,  a  thick  cloud 
of  smoke  hw^  over  the  pits,  and  the  sulphurous 
fumes  of  burned  powder  almost  choked  him.  From 
the  yellow  Tophec  arose  the  wild  yells  of  the  fierce 
Metis,  the  war-whoops  of  the  savage  Crees,  and 
the  (loith-screams  of  hard-hit  men. 

Patsey  watched  Laval's  moven'jnts  with  intense 
interest.  He  did  not  fire  very  often,  but  "very  time 
his  rifle  cracked  a  man  in  black  pitched  forward. 
As  the  troops  drew  nearer,  the  breed  began  to  get 
excited.  He  muttered  wild  curses  and  his  squint- 
eyes  rested  on  Patsey  with  a  look  of  deadly  hatred. 

Late  in  the  afternoon  the  Canadians  got  well  with- 

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A   Drujimer   of   the   Queen 

in  charging  distance.  Patsey  wondered  why  they 
did  not  charge;  but,  looking  out,  he  saw  the  officers 
holding  them  back.  At  length  they  could  hold 
their  men  no  longer.  The  soldiers  were  slipping 
by  and  taking  up  more  advanced  ground.  Patsey 
made  out  the  long  body  of  the  Ninetieth  bugler 
slipping  from  bush  to  bush. 

"Boy!" 

He  glanced  up  in  quick  surprise.  He  had  forgotten 
Laval. 

"Take  your  bugle  and  sound  the  '  Retreat.'  " 

Patsey  stared.  "The  'Retreat,'  sir?"  he  stam- 
mered. 

"  Yes.  Put  your  bugle  to  that  loop-hole  and  blow 
for  your  life." 

Laval's  rifle  rose  slowly,  and  the  boy  looked  right 
into  the  little  black  muzzle. 

The  meaning  of  the  order  suddenly  flashed  upon 
him.  He  was  to  stop  the  charge  of  the  Canadians, 
and  bring  the  day's  fighting  to  naught.  His  soul 
rose  hot  within  him,  and  a  blank  refusal  trembled 
on  his  lips.    Then  an  inspiration  came  to  him. 

"All  right,  sir,"  he  answered,  cheerfully. 

"Thought  that  'd  fix  you,"  growled  the  breed, 
lowering  his  iifle. 

The  lad  peeped  through  the  embrasure  as  he 
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The   Probationer 

swung  the  bugie  from  under  his  arm.  The  men 
wore  still  slipping  past  the  protesting  officers.  Ho 
raised  the  bugle,  and  with  all  the  might  that  was  in 
him  sounded  the  charge! 

Loud  and  clear  and  shrill,  the  notes  carried  far 
over  the  prairie.  Away  on  the  hill  where  stood 
the  general  staff  the  colonel  started  as  he  recognized 
the  bugle's  clear  tones.  From  the  fighting  -  line 
burst  a  howl  of  fierce  pleasure,  and  it  rose  as  one 
man  and  .shot  into  the  deadly  zone  of  fire. 

I'atsey  saw  the  long  bugler  spring  from  behind  a 
bush  and  dash  towards  him;  then,  mad  with  excite- 
ment, he  Ic.ped  upon  the  parapet  of  his  pit  and 
cheered  tne  Ninetieth  on.  The  men  saw  the  little 
red  figure,  and  then  saw  that  which,  for  one  second, 
paralyzed  their  charge.  The  giant  figure  of  Laval 
rose  from  the  pit  behind  the  boy.  A  cry  of  im- 
potent anguish  burst  from  the  lips  of  the  long 
bugler  as  he  covered  the  ground  with  giant  strides. 
The  breed's  rifle  rose  in  the  air  and  fell.  The  little 
red  figure  quivered  beneath  the  stroke,  and  dropped, 
limp  and  lifeless. 

The  next  minute  the  slipping  bayonet  of  the 
long  bugler  had  avenged  his  death.  The  Ninetieth, 
the  Midlanders,  and  Grassctt's  poured  into  the  pits 
like  a  black  flood  of  death,  and  many  a  breed  paid  in 

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A     D  n  U  M  M  K  It     O  F     T  II  K     i)  V  F.  F,  \ 

full  inoasure  for  Laval's  evil  stroko.  Ton  minutes 
of  lively  fighting,  and  then  Boulton's  Hors(!  smashed 
the  right  flank  like  a  pane  of  glass.  The  breeds  broke 
and  fled— the  rebellion  of  the  Metis  was  over. 

"Who  ordered  those  men  to  charge?"  exclaimed 
the  general,  when  the  wild  yell  ro.se  to  the  hill. 

"No  one,  .sir,"  replied  his  chief  of  staff. 

But  the  men  of  the  Ninetieth  know  who  ordered 
that  charge.  Orders  and  decorations,  knighthoods 
and  cro.sses,  rewardeil  the  men  on  th(>  hill  for  the 
great  deeds  they  had— not  ilone.  And  Pat.sey  also 
got  his  cross.  Before  the  men  of  the  Ninetieth 
returned  to  their  lonely  prairie  farms  they  placed 
a  wooden  cross  at  the  head  of  a  little  grave;  and 
deep  ill  the  wootl,  the  loving  hands  of  the  long 
bugler  cut  Pat.sey's  name,  a  bugle,  and  the  regimen- 
tal arms  of  the  Ninetieth. 

And  on  the  anniversary  of  Batoche,  tlie  gray- 
haired  colonel  rises  to  his  feet  in  the  officers'  me.ss 
of  the  One  Hundred  and  Tenth,  and,  after  "Her 
Majesty,"  he  glances  round  the  board  at  the  ofliccrs 
standing  with  bowetl  heads,  and  says: 

"Gentlemen,  I  give  you  Patsey  Doolan,  a  Drum- 
mer of  the  Queen." 

And  from  his  place  in  the  band  Drum -Major 
O'Hooligan  utters  a  fervent  "Rest  his  sowl!" 
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THE   FRECKLED    FOOL 


Il-'  I. 


THE   FRECKLED   FOOL 


rp  \  0  boys  sat  at  tlie  end  of  a  ridRr  whid,  hoR- 

pra.no  lay  scorchmg  brown  in  the  hot  Septon.hor 
sun  and  across  the  lake  stretched  the  vast  forests 

b.rch  straggled  along  the  opposite  shore,  a.id  from 
the  h,gh    steep   bunks   giant   spruce   and   stately 
poplar  cast  long  shadows  over  the  still  shore-waters 
The  boys  were  quiet.     The  elder,  a  freckle-faced' 

blue-eyed  lad  of  fourteen,  flung  pebbles  with  ; 
vicmus  snap  at  a  cheeky  diver,  while  the  younger 
a  red-skmned  Cree,  stared  with  black,  solemn  eyes 
at  the  winrhng  autumn  leaves  which  checkered  the 

Sow"       "'      '''""'  °'  "''"^°"'  '"-''"''  '^"J 
The  Indian  boy  touched  his  companion  on  the 
shoulder  and  pointed  to  the  water,  working  h 
arms  like  a  frog  ^ 

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"Swim,  is  it?" 

Thn  Crce  lad  nodded.  Slippin);  coUikc  from  his 
bianlipt,  ho  stcpjx'd  forth  in  tho  sunshine,  burn, 
lithe,  and  brown.  In  ten  seconds  his  friend  had 
shed  ragged  shirt  and  breeches,  and  stood  tieside 
him,  a  dozen  angry  -  looking  bruises  marring  the 
whiteness  of  his  skin.  The  Inilian  uttered  a 
clucking  exclamation  of  pity  and  astonishment. 

"A/oonia/t'  do  that?"  he  asked. 

"Yes." 

The  soft  moose -eyes  o|)ened  wider.  The  little 
fellow  gazed  pitjmgly  for  nearly  a  minute;  then  his 
lips  opened  with  a  snap. 

"Neshota  kill  him  —  that  man!"  he  said,  vi- 
ciously. 

A  cheerful  grin  gleamed  on  the  victim's  face. 
"Wy,"  he  replied,  with  a  strong  Cockney  accent, 
"  'e'd  smash  yer  like  a  full  skeeter,  Neshota.  This" 
— touching  his  back — "ain't  much.  Yer  orter  see 
the  w'y  they  paints  a  feller  in  W'itechapcl.  Come 
on!"  he  shouted,  rushing  into  the  lake.  "Let's 
swim!" 

The  Cree's  brown  body  clove  the  water  with 
scarcely  a  splash,  and  they  were  soon  in  the  centre 
of  the  lake,  diving  and  floating,  looking  for  all  the 
* "  White  iti.in  "  (Crcc) . 

lis 


Till'.     FUKCKLKI)     ioOL 


world  like  a  pair  of  black-and-white  wiioohnugh 
cranes. 

"1  ain't  goin'  Im-k  any  more,"  gasped  i\v  white 
boy,  treading  water. 

Neshota  spurted  a  mouthful  of  spray  into  the  air. 
"  You  come  nie,"  he  said,  with  great  gravity.  "  We 
kill  him— that  man!" 

While  the  Iwys  laved  in  the  cool  waters  of  the 
lake,  Silas  Peters'.s  ramshackle  huekboard  rattled 
over  the  baked  prairie  towards  the  log  .school.  !Si 
was  going  to  meeting.  He  was  a  tall,  gaunt  Scottish 
Canadian;  keen,  shrcw<l,  and  ginger  -  temi)ered,  a 
driving  worker  and  ferociously  religious.  As  he 
rode  along,  the  sun  smote  down  on  his  head,  the 
suffocating  alkali  dust  filled  his  nostrils,  and  the 
mosquitoes  settled  behind  his  ears;  but  iic  sat 
motionless,  stoical  as  an  Indian,  hugging  to  his 
fierce  soul  an  indefinite  feeling  of  persecuted  right- 
eousness. The  buggy  rounded  a  poplar-bluff  and 
passed  a  man  who  was  swinging  along  the  trail. 

Silas  pulled  up.  ".Jump  in.  Bill,"  ht  said. 
"Pretty  warm  walkin'." 

Bill  Chittock  sank  back  on  the  scat  with  a  sigh 
of  relief. 

" Hot!"  he  gasped.     "  I  sh'd  swan!    Yc'ie  travel- 
lin'  light,  Si.     Where's  Ben?" 
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•  I 


The   Probationer 

"Run  away." 

"You  don't  say!    What's  wrong?" 

"  Lazy,  an'  I  warmed  his  jacket  a  leetle.  All  them 
Barnardo  boys  is  lazy,"  he  grumbled.  "Don't  see 
what  they  wanter  be  shippin'  'em  out  here  for,  pcs- 
terin'  hard  -  workin'  folk.  Why  don't  they  keep 
'em  in  Lunnon,  where  they  belong?" 

Bill  glanced  sideways  at  the  hard,  black  visage. 
Silas  Peters  was  reputed  to  be  expert  at  the  game 
of  coining  human  labor  into  hard  cash,  and  noted 
for  his  cruelty  to  his  boys. 

"Ain't  ye  just  a  leetle  hard  on  the  kid?"  he  vent- 
ured, allowing  his  gaze  to  travel  around  the  horizon. 

"Nope!"  snapped  Silas.  "The  freckle-faced  lit- 
tle fool's  no  good.  'Spare  the  rod  an'  spoil  the 
child '  is  a  good  maxim,  neighbor,  an'  one  as  I  alius 
live  right  up  to." 

The  sermon  had  little  interest  for  Bill  Chittock 
that  Sunilay.  The  voice  of  the  minister  sounded 
afar  off,  and  the  face  of  the  slum  child,  pathetic  in 
its  loneliness,  floated  before  him.  His  eyes  moist- 
ened as  he  pictured  his  own  Jack  orphaned  in  a 
strange  land.  Nor  was  Silas  Peters  a  good  listener. 
While  the  preacher  dwelt  on  man's  duty  to  his 
brother.  Si  thought  of  the  stripes  he  had  dealt  the 
runaway,  fiercely  regretting  the  smallness  of  the 


^1^ 


The   Freck-.ed   Fool 


c.  cntnc  to  the  uncon- 
liis  ri(  -  .,  heard  every 


measure;  but  when  the  ?.;!!, 

verted  he  straightened  up  in 

word,  and  appHed  thei..  (.■  tlii^  lib.-  'nt  sinner. 

"  'Spare  the  rod  an'  sp.,il  cue  uiii'  1/  "  ho  muttered, 
as  he  jogged  homeward.  "  The  boy's  lazv.  I'll  fix 
him." 

"Mother,"  sai<l  Bill  Chittock,  over  the  suppor- 
table, "Peters  ain't  doin'  riglit  by  that  Barnardo 
boy.  A  young  hoss  shouldn't  ]xi  put  to  a  heavy 
dro'r,  nor  a  lad  to  a  man's  work." 

"  Well,  I  alius  said  as  Mr.  Peters  wuz  as  hard  as 
flint,"  snapped  his  wife.  "He  ain't  fit  to  have  a 
beast  under  him,  let  alone  a  boy.  I  deelaro,  it 
makes  me  real  hot  to  hear  him  pray  in  mootin'." 

"Steady,  ol'  lady!  Steady!"  said  Bill,  softly. 
"There's  none  wi'out  faults.  Don't  be  unchari- 
table, missis." 

"I  ain't,  Bill.  It's  true,  an'  charity  begins  at 
home.  So  there!  It's  too  bad"— she  banged  the 
milk-pans  unmercifully—"  to  see  them  poor  waifs  ill- 
treated.     Keep  an  eye  open  for  the  poor  lad.  Bill." 

"All  right,"  replied  Bill,  and  he  picked  up  his 
pails  and  walked  off  to  the  milking. 


The  lodgo-fire  in  front  of  Estahagan's  tepee  died 
to  a  glowing  coal,  and  from  within  came  the  regular 

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!^! 


II 


breathing  of  tirnil  sloepprs.  The  moon  had  just 
topped  tlio  north  bank  of  White  Man's  Lake,  and 
threw  a  silvery  path  of  Hght  across  the  sullen  waters. 
In  the  restless,  sighing,  gloomy  woods,  a  night-owl 
hooted;  the  weird  wail  of  a  loon  sounded  down 
the  lake,  and  the  still  air  pulsed  to  the  distant 
howl  of  a  wandering  wolf. 

The  bull's  hide  moved  noiselessly  aside,  and 
Neshota  slipped  through  the  opening.  Squatting 
by  the  fire,  he  stared  across  the  lake  into  the  black 
forest.  A  i)uff  of  wind  rippled  the  waters.  He 
leaned  forward  with  dilated  nostrils,  his  eyes 
shining  rod  in  the  firelight  like  those  of  a  prowling 
lynx,  and  his  ear  caught  and  interpreted  the  rustle 
in  the  woods.  Once  more  tl'  vibrant  howl  carried 
down  the  wind.  The  boy  turned  to  listen.  He 
sprang  to  his  feet;  against  the  black  northern  sky 
shone  a  thin  red  line.  A  shrill  whoop  burst  from 
his  lips,  and  before  the  woods  had  ceased  their 
mocking  Estahagan  and  his  squaw  were  standing 
in  the  open. 

"Waugh!"  grunted  the  old  man.  "Big  fire! 
Plenty  burn'" 

Neshota  slipped  into  the  lodge  and  shook  his 
friend. 

"Lcinmc   'lone!"   growled    Ben.     "It  ain't   five 

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yet.  Lemrnc— what?  Fire?"  Ho  leaped  up  and 
ran  out  with  his  thoughts  in  a  confused  jumble. 

The  four  stood  silently  watching  the  conflagration. 
A  wet  spring  and  a  liot  summer  had  forced  a 
luxuriant  growtli  on  the  prairie.  The  cropping 
buffale  were  gone,  the  ranch  herds  had  not  yet 
arrived,  and  over  twenty  thousand  .square  miles 
there  waved  eighteen  inches  of  dried  grass  ready 
for  the  burning.  The  whole  northern  horizon  now 
glowed  redly,  and  forked  flames  leaped  skyward 
through  luriil  clouds  of  smoke. 

Ben  looked  at  his  companions.  He  was  nervous 
and  excited.  Prairie  fires  do  not  run  in  London 
slums,  and  this  one  looked  hot.  The  old  Creo  was 
keen,  grave,  attentive ;  the  squaw's  heavy  face  was 
as  calm  as  a  coppei  n  uisk  She  put  one  hand  on  her 
boy's  shoulder  and  v.atded  the  fire.  Noshota  dis- 
played more  emotion.  His  eyes  sparkled  blackly, 
and  his  white  teeth  gleamed  through  his  parted  lips. 
He  looked  at  Ben,  and  stood,  a  small,  brown, 
malicious  imp,  pointing  westward. 

"Him  burn  plenty  soon— that  mnoniah!"  he  said, 
vindictively.     "Him  sleep.     Good!" 

For  a  moment  a  feeling  of  fierce  pleasure  pos-se.ssed 
the  white  boy.  The  bruises  beneath  his  shirt  pained 
dully,  and  here  was  a  fiery  revenge  racing  across  the 
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The   P  n  o  b  a  t I o  n  e  u 

prairie.  Then  into  his  mind  flashed  the  picture  of  a 
burning  London  rookery.  Ho  saw  flames  .spout 
through  window.s  and  iiek  the  white  night-gear  from 
slirieking  women  and  iieard  the  agonized  cries  of 
roasting  men.  Then,  witii  a  swift  transition,  the 
face  of  Silas  Peters  appeared,  black,  hopeless, 
agonized,  framed  in  smoke  and  fire.  He  threw  up 
his  hands. 

"Come!"  he  shouted. 

The  Crees  stared.  They  had  seen  the  boy's 
bruised  flesh,  which  surely  called  for  killing;  but  if 
it  pleased  the  Great  Spirit  to  take  the  matter  in 
hand,  why  should  they  interfere  with  his  just  de- 
cree?   The  white  papoose  was  surely  fire-mad! 

Ben  laid  his  hand  on  Neshota's  arm.  The  boy 
shook  his  head. 

"No,"  he  snapped.  "Him  beat  you,  that 
blackface!  .  .  .  Him  burn!    Good!" 

Ben  glanced  appealingly  to  Estahagan,  but  the 
old  man  .stood  like  a  bronze,  cold,  stern,  immovable, 
the  light  of  the  distant  fires  .shining  redly  on  his 
wrinkled  face.  What  was  it  to  him  if  the  incumbents 
of  his  birthright  died  the  fiery  death? 

The  boy  turned  and  ran  wildly  across  the  prairie. 
He  had  covered  almost  a  hundred  yards  when 
rapid  hoof-beats  sounded  behind.    A  pony  shot  by 

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and  then  almost  fell  as  the  rider  suddenly  pulled  it 
down  on  its  haunches. 

"Come,"  said  Nesliota,  loaning  over.    "Quick!" 

Ben  mounted  behind,  and  the  pony  stretched  on 
a  long,  loping  gallop  into  the  west.  They  were 
riding  across  the  front  of  the  fire,  which  now  raced 
along  about  three  miles  to  the  northward.  Light 
smoke-clouds  flew  by,  the  pungent  odor  of  burning 
grass  stung  their  nostrils,  and  an  occasional  puff 
of  hot  wind  smct3  them  on  the  cheek.  A  mile  west 
lay  the  log  shanty  of  Silas  Peters,  and  half  a  mile 
farther  south  the  cabin  of  Bill  Chittock.  For  nearly 
ten  minutes  the  boys  held  steadily  on.  Once  the 
pony  plunged  into  a  ba<lger-tiolc  and  sent  them 
sprawling,  but  they  were  up  on  the  instant  and  off. 

"Look!"    Neshota  pointed  north 

The  freshening  breeze  had  blown  the  red  line 
into  a  vast  flaming  triangle,  the  apex  of  which 
swept  south  and  the  sides  outward.  Almost  as 
he  spoke  a  black  mass  loomed  against  the  blazing 
point,  then  flared  into  a  pillar  of  fire,  illumining  the 
prairie  for  miles  around. 

"Peters's  'ay  stacks,"  muttered  Ben. 

Half  a  mile  ahead,  the  shanty  stood  up  against 
the  reddish  brown  of  the  lighted  plain;  only  a  mile 
to  the  north  the  fire  leaped  and  crackled.  The 
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The   Piioii  ation  f, r 


* 


bronco  covered  tho  distance  with  steady  strides, 
spun  round  a  bluff  without  slackening  speed,  and 
shot  up  the  rise.  The  house  was  dark  and  quiet. 
Ben  jumped  from  the  pony  and  hammered  the  door. 

"  Fire!"  he  shouted.     "  Come  out!    Firo!" 

The  shanty  trembled  as  the  man  leaped  from  his 
bed.  There  was  a  stir  and  shuffle  inside,  the  door 
flew  open,  and  Silas  strode  out  without  waiting  to 
put  on  hat  or  shoes. 

"You,  is  it?"  he  growled. 

He  stared  at  the  running  fire,  then  ran  round 
the  front  of  the  house.  Ben  followed  slowly. 
When  he  turned  the  corner  Silas  was  on  his  knees, 
striking  a  match.  The  boy  stared.  Then  the 
meaning  dawned  upon  him— the  man  was  going  to 
fight  fire  with  fire,  regardless  of  the  hazard  of  his 
neighbors. 

"Stop!"  he  shouted. 

Silas  glanced  up.  "  What's  the  matter  wi'  you?" 
he  snarled.  "Lookin'  for  another  lickin'?"  The 
match  flickered  out,  but  he  struck  another. 

"Stop,  I  say!"  repeated  the  boy.  "You'll  burn 
up  Chittock's!    Give  me  time  to  warn  'cm!" 

"Shet  up!"  yelled  Silas.     "It's  me  or  them!" 

He  bent  over  the  match,  shielding  it  from  the 
wind.    Ben  slipped  off  his  cap.    The  crimson  light 


T  H  K     F  R  E  C  K  L  K  D     F  O  O  L 


gleamed  on  his  fair  hair.  To  the  south  he  could  sec 
Chittock's  shanty,  quiet  and  still,  and  he  knew 
that  a  dry  chip  pile  led  from  the  grass  to  the  very 
wall.  He  throw  the  cap  with  all  his  force,  and 
struck  the  match  from  the  man'.s  hand. 

Peters  sprang  to  his  feet,  his  black  face  convulsed 
with  pa.ssion.  "Ye  freckle  -  faced  little  devil!" 
he  roared.     "I'll  kill  ye!" 

He  rushed  at  the  boy  and  .struck  .savagely.  As 
Ben  fell,  a  piercing  yell  rang  out.  A  brown  ma.ss 
swept  around  the  corner  and  smote  the  man  with 
tremendous  force.  He  was  thrown  twenty  feet, 
and  lay  fighting  for  his  breath  while  Bon  struggled 
to  his  foot. 

Neshota  leaned  over  and  held  out  his  hand. 
"Quick!"  he  exclaimed.  "Blackface  up  plenty 
soon!" 

As  they  shot  down  the  slope  to  the  south.  Si 
Peters  rose  from  the  ground.  Looking  back,  Ben 
saw  his  figure  outlined  against  the  red  sky,  black, 
portentous,  threatening.  His  fist  was  raised  in 
menace  for  a  m.oment,  then  he  bent  over.  A 
flickering  flame  sprang  up  under  his  hand,  widened, 
and  raced  down  the  slope  after  the  running  pony. 

The  double  load  and  the  fast  pace  wore  telling 
on  the  bronco,  and  though  Neshota  scored  his 

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flanks  with  a  pliant  willow,  tl.o  beast  droppe.l  into 
a  walk.  Over  his  shoulder  Ben  saw  the  main 
fire  diVKle  and  slip  by  the  burned  ground  around 
the  shanty;  then,  reunito.l,  it  swept  like  a  red 
death  after  the  fire  of  Silas  Peters.  He  slid  to  the 
ground. 

"Lick  -im  up!"  he  yelled,  hoarsely.  "You'll 
make  it  alone!" 

His  voice  sounded  like  a  whisper  ami,!  the  roar 
of  the  flames,  but  Neshota  understood.  He  hesi- 
tated. Ben  decided  for  him.  He  struck  the  bronco 
sharply  on  the  flank,  and  the  beast  plunged  forward 
and  vanished  in  the  smoke. 

Crouching  clo.se  to  the  ground  to  get  the  purer 
air,  the  boy  struck  a  match  and  fired  the  grass 
It  caught,  and  a  tongue  of  flame  shot  forv/ard 
leaving  a  rift  of  blackened  soil  between  two  lines 
of  fire.  He  crept  upon  the  burned  path  and 
followed,  almost  choked  with  smoke  and  heat 
The  sweat  dried  on  his  skin,  and  the  skin  blistered 
and  burned.  Burning  embers  sailed  through  the  air 
and  dropped  around,  but  with  head  close  to  the 
ground  he  crept  steadily  on. 

Twenty  square  yards  of  burned  prairie  protected 
him  when  the  fire  flashed  by.  For  a  second,  earth 
and  sky  blazed.    A  leaping,  soaring,  searing,  crack- 

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TiiK    Frkcklkd    I'oiir. 

ling  wave  rollod  ovpr  him,  loiiving  everything  bhiek, 
smoky,  .smudgy,  acrid.  He  rai.sed  his  face  froin 
between  his  liand.s  and  tore  off  liis  burning  .shirt. 
ni.s  haiuLs  and  kiice.s  were  .seared  by  the  liot  ember.s, 
he  was  sooty  from  liead  to  foot,  but,  heedless  of 
his  own  pain,  lie  staggered  to  hi.s  feet  anil  peered 
through  tlie  smoke  towards  C'hittock's. 

A  fiery  ring  was  eating  outward  from  the  shanty, 
and  within  (he  mcU'  dark  figiuvs  ru.shed  (o  and  fro! 
And  even  as  he  looked  the  red  death  shot  by, 
leaving  the  cabin  standing  on  the  black  prairie! 
Thi.s  ho  saw,  anil  then  the  ground  began  to  lieave 
wildly  beneath  him.  Chittock's  cabin  danced  madly 
to  and  fro  across  the  horizon.  He  tried  to  steady 
himself,  and  spent  the  dregs  of  his  strength  in  the 
effort.     He  fell  forwaril  on  his  face. 

Twenty  minutes  afterwards  Bill  Chittock  picked 
up  the  firc-scirred  budy  atid  carrieil  it  gently  home. 
The  burned  hands  and  feet  were  smothered  in 
baking-.soda  and  swathed  in  cotton  batting,  but  the 
sun  had  peeped  over  the  horizon  on  a  black  and 
smudgy  desert  before  Ben  recovered  consciousness. 
His  opening  eyes  rested  on  Mother  Chittock  tender- 
ly bathing  his  blistered  face,  and  Neshota  sat  on 
the  floor  watching  with  solenui  eyes. 
"Feeling  better,  deary?" 
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Bon  nodded  and  grinned  with  dolight  at  Noshota's 
grave  face.  The  little  free  slipped  across  tlu!  Iloor 
and  scjuatted  by  the  bed.  The  door  ipencd  and 
Bill  Chittock  walked  in. 

"McDonald's  l)unied  out,   I  reckon,"   he  said; 
"but  Peters's  shanty's  there  yet." 
"More's  the  pity,"  snapped  his  wife. 
"Steady,  ol'  lady!"  said  Bill,  softly.    "Don't  be 
uncharitable." 

"I  ain't,  Bill  ""'nttock.  Ye  sh'd  jest  see  that 
poor  boy's  ba^k  ?,ayed!"  .-he  .snorted,  angrily. 
"Give  me,"  she  continued,  laying  her  hand  kinilly 
on  Neshota's  shoulder,  "a  brown  skin  afore  a  black 
heart,  an'  a  freckled  face  with  a  white  soul." 

Neshota  glanced  uj)  in  surprise.  His  eyes 
glowed. 

"  Stfuaw  good !"  he  muttered.  "  But  I  kill  him— 
that  man!" 


A    SON   OF   COPPER   SIN 


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mm^-wimsmr  ~ 


■i   \  .  w;-«  i" 


A   SON    OF   COPPER   SIN 


TrrimiN  ln.s  buirs-l,i,|,.  tnx-<-, ol.l  Iz.lo-r«y  |;,v 
T  T    and  fed  his  little  fire,  stick  by  stick.     H,.  was 
sick,  very  sick-sick  with  the  sickness  which  is  made 
up  of  equal  parts  of  hunRcr,  „ld  age,  fever,  and 
•lospair.    Just  one  week  Ijefon-  his  tribe  had  head- 
ed ui)  for  W.nnipegoos,  wiiere  the  whitefish  may  b.- 
had  for  the  taking  and  the  moose  winter  in  their 
yards.     But  a  sick  man  may  not  travel  the  long 
tra.l    ';,.   rz-le-roy  had  remained  at  White  Man's 
Lake.    And   Batiste,    his   son,   stayed   also.     Not 
that  It  was  expected  of  him,  for,  according  to  forest 
law,  the  man  who  cannot  hunt  had  better  die-  but 
Batiste  had  talked  with  the  gentle  priest  of  Elliee 
and  had  chosen  to  depart  from  the  custom  of  his 
fathers. 

And  things  had  gone  badly,  very  badly,  since  the 
tribe  had  niarche.l.     North,  south,  east,  and  west 
the  round  of  the  plains,  and  through  the  leafless 
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The   Probationer 


woods,  the  boy  had  hunted  without  so  much  as  a 
jack-rabbit  falling  to  his  gun.  For  two  days  no 
food  had  passed  their  lips,  and  now  he  was  gone 
forth  to  do  that  which  Iz-le-roy  had  almost  sooner 
die  than  have  him  do — ask  aid  of  the  settlers. 

"Yea,  my  son,"  the  old  warrior  had  faltered, 
"  these  be  they  that  stole  the  prairies  of  our  fathers. 
Yet  it  may  be  that  Big  Laugh,  best  of  an  evil  brood, 
will  give  us  of  his  store  of  flour  and  bacon." 

So,  after  placing  a  plentiful  stock  of  wood  close  to 
the  old  man's  hand.  Batiste  had  closed  the  tepee 
flap  and  laced  it.  At  the  end  of  an  hour's  fast 
walking,  during  which  the  northern  sky  grew  dark 
with  the  threat  of  still  more  cruel  weather,  he  sighted 
through  the  drift  a  spurting  column  of  smoke. 

The  smoke  marked  the  cabin  of  John  Sterling, 
and  also  his  present  occupation.  Within,  John  sat 
and  fired  the  stove,  while  Avis,  his  daughter,  set  out 
the  breakfast  dishes,  and  his  wife  turned  the  sizzling 
bacon  in  the  pan. 

"I  declare,"  exclaimed  the  woman,  pausing, 
knife  in  hand,  "if  the  bread  ain't  froze  solid!" 

"Cold  last  night,"  commented  Sterling.  "Put 
it  in  the  oven,  Mary." 

As  she  stooped  to  obey,  the  door  quietly  opened 
and  Batiste  slipped  in.    His  moose  moccasins  made 

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A   S  o \   OF   C  o  p  p  n  n   S  i  \ 

no  noise,  and  he  was  standing  close  beside  her  when 
she  straightened.     She  jumped  and  gaspeil: 

"Lor'  'a'  mercy!  How  you  do  scare  one!  Why 
don't  you  knock?" 

Batiste  stared.  It  was  the  custom  of  his  tribe 
thus  to  enter  a  house— a  custom  established  before 
jails  were  built  or  locks  invented.  His  eye  there- 
fore roamed  questioningly  from  one  to  another  until 
Sterling  asked : 

"What  d'  you  want,  young  fellow?" 

Batis  e  pointed  to  the  frying-pan.  "Ba-kin!" 
he  muttered.  "The  ba-kin  of  Big  Laugh,  I  want. 
Iz-le-roy  sick,  plenty  sick.  Him  want  flour,  him 
want  ba-kin." 

The  thought  of  his  father's  need  flashed  into  his 
mind,  and,  realizing  the  impossibility  of  expressing 
himself  in  English,  he  broke  into  a  voluble  stream 
of  Cree,  punctuating  its  rolling  gutturals  with  ener- 
getic signs.  While  he  was  speaking.  Avis  ceased 
rattling  her  dishes. 

"He  looks  awful  hungry,  dad,"  she  whispered 
as  Bafste  finished. 

Now,  though  Sterling  was  a  large-souled,  generous 
man,  and  jovial — as  evidenced  by  his  name  of  Big 
Laugh — it  happened  that,  during  the  past  summer,  a 
roving  band  of  Sioux  had  camped  hard  by  and 

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begged  him  out  of  patience.  That  morning,  too, 
the  threatening  weather  had  spoiled  an  intended 
trip  to  Russel  and  touched  his  temper — of  which 
he  had  a  good  man's  share. 

"Can't  help  it,  girl!"  he  snapped.  "If  we  feed 
every  hungry  Injun  that  comes  along,  we'll  soon 
be  out  of  house  an'  home.  Can't  do  anything  for 
you,  boy." 

"  Him  want  ba-kin,"  Batiste  said. 

"Well,  you  can  just  want." 

"  Iz-le-roysick,him  want  ba-kin,"  the  boy  pleaded. 

His  persistence  irritated  Sterling,  and,  crowding 
down  the  better  feeling  which  spoke  for  the  lad, 
he  sprang  up,  threw  wide  the  door,  and  shouted : 

"  Get,  you  son  of  copper  sin!    Get,  now!   Quick!" 

"Father!"  pleaded  the  girl. 

But  he  took  no  heed,  and  held  wide  the  door. 

Into  Batiste's  face  flashed  surprise,  anger,  and 
resentment.  Surprise,  because  he  had  not  be- 
lieved all  the  things  Iz-le-roy  had  told  him  of  the 
white  men,  but  had  preferred  to  think  them  all 
like  Father  Francis.  But  now?  His  father  was 
right.  They  were  all  cold  and  merciless,  their 
hearts  hard  as  their  steel  axe-heads ,  their  tongues 
sharp  as  the  cutting -edge.  With  head  held  high 
he  marched  through  the  door,  away  from  the  hot 


A   Son   of   Coppkh   Sin 

stove,  the  steaming  coffee,  anrl  the  delicious  smell 
01  Irymg  bacon,  out  into  the  cold  storm. 

"Oh,  father!"  remonstrated  his  v.ife,  as  Sterling 
closed  the  door. 

"Look  here,  Mary!"  he  answered,  testily.     "We 
fed  a  whole  tribe  last  summer,  didn't  we?" 

''  But  this  lad  didn't  belong  to  them,"  she  pleaded 

"All  the  worse,"  ho  rejoined.     "Do  an  J  .jun  a 

good   turn   an'   he   never  forgets.     Give   him   his 

breakfast,  an'  he  totes  his  tribe  along  to  dinner." 

"Well,"   sighed   the   good   woman,    "I'm   real 

sorry." 

For  a  few  moments  both  were  silent.  And 
presently,  as  the  man's  kindly  nature  began  to 
tnumph  over  his  irritation,  he  hitched  uneasily  in 
his  chair.  Already  he  felt  ashamed.  Casting  a 
sheepish  glance  at  his  wife,  he  rose,  walked  to  the 
door,  and  looked  out.  But  a  wall  of  whirling  white 
blocked  his  vision-Batiste  was  gone  beyond  recall. 

"Where's  Avis?"  he  asked,  returning  to  the 
stove. 

"A- vis!"  called  her  mother. 

But  there  was  no  answer.     For  a  moment  man 

and  wife  stared  each  other  in  the  eye;  then,  moved 

by  a  common  impulse,  they  walki-d  into  the  kilehen 

There,  on  the  table,  lay  the  half  of  a  fresh-cut  side 

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The   Probation kh 

of  bacon;  the  bread-box  was  open  and  a  crusty  loaf 
missing;  the  girl's  shawl  was  gone  from  its  peg  and 
her  overshoes  from  their  corner. 

"Good  God!"  gasped  the  settler.  "The  child's 
gone  after  him!" 

They  knew  the  risk.  All  morning  the  storm  had 
been  brewing,  and  now  it  thundered  by,  a  veritable 
bli-^'^ard.  The  blizzard!  King  of  storms!  It  com- 
pc. .  the  settler  to  string  a  wire  from  house  to  stables, 
it  sets  men  circling  in  the  snow,  it  catches  little 
children  coming  home  from  school  and  buries  them 
in  monstrous  drifts. 

Without  another  word  Sterling  wound  a  scarf 
about  his  neck,  grabbed  his  badger  mitts,  and 
rushed  outside. 

When  Avis  softly  closed  the  kitchen  door  she 
could  just  see  Batiste  rounding  a  bluff  that  lay  a 
furlong  west  of  her  father's  stables.  She  started 
after  him;  but  by  the  time  she  had  covered  half 
the  distance  a  sea  of  white  swept  in  between  and 
blotted  him  from  view.  Then  she  ought  to  have 
turned;  but  she  pushed  on,  hoping  for  a  break  in  the 
scud.  She  never  even  made  the  bluff.  The 
furious  wind  walled  her  about  with  fleecy  clouds; 
unconsciously  she  bore  off  to  the  left,  and  was  soon 
travelling  on  the  arc  of  a  wide  circle. 

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A   8 o  X   OF   C o  !■  r  F,  u   Sin 

And  when  she  found  tliat  she  had  missed  the 
bluff,  and  trietl  to  retrace  her  steps,  the  drift  had 
filled  her  tracks.  Somewhere  near  by,  she  knew, 
ran  the  Russel  trail,  a  hard,  well -beaten  road, 
packed  level  with  the  topmost  snow.  If  she  could 
only  'trike  it!  So  she  turned  to  the  right  and 
turned  to  the  left,  but  one  turn  offset  the  r  and 
the  leftward  swing  kept  her  ever  on  the  circle. 
Thus  she  struggled  on,  and  on,  and  still  on,  until, 
in  spite  of  the  seventy  degrees  of  frost,  the  perspira- 
tion burst  from  every  pore  and  the  scud  melted  on 
her  glowing  face.  This  was  wcOl  enough — so  long 
as  she  kept  moving;  but  when  the  time  came  that 
she  must  stop,  .she  would  freeze  all  the  quicker  for 
her  present  warmth. 

This,  being  born  and  bred  of  the  prairie,  Avis 
knew,  and  the  knowledge  kept  her  toiling,  toiling 
on,  until  her  tired  legs  and  leaden  feet  compelled 
a  pause  in  the  shelter  of  a  bluff.  She  was  hungry, 
too.  All  this  time  she  had  carried  the  bread  and 
meat,  and  now,  unconscious  of  a  pair  of  slant  eyes 
which  glared  from  a  willow  thicket,  she  brok(?  the 
loaf  and  l)(>gan  to  eat.  While  she  ate,  the  green 
lights  in  the  eyes  flared  brighter,  a  long  rod  tongue 
licked  the  drool  from  grinning  jaws,  and  forth  from 
his  covert  stole  a  lank,  gray  wolf. 

"  13!) 


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TiiK    1' no  II  ATioN  p;r 


II  f 


Avis  uttered  a  starded  cry.  This  was  no  coyote, 
to  be  chased  with  a  stick,  but  a  wolf  of  timber 
stock,  a  great  beast,  heavy,  prick  eared,  strong  as  a 
mastiff.  His  nose  puckered  in  a  wicked  snarl  as  ho 
slunk  in  half-circles  acro.'ss  her  front.  He  was  un- 
decided. So,  while  he  circled,  trying  to  make 
up  his  mind,  drawing  a  little  nearer  at  every  turn. 
Avis  fell  back— back  towards  the  bluff,  keeping  her 
white  face  always  to  the  creeping  beast. 

It  was  a  small  bluff,  lacking  a  tree  large  enough 
to  climb,  but  sufficient  for  her  purpose.  On  its 
edge  she  paused,  throw  the  bacon  to  the  wolf,  and 
then  ran  desperately.  Once  clear  of  the  scrub,  she 
ran  on,  plunging  through  drifts,  stumbling,  falling, 
to  rise  again  and  push  her  flight.  Of  direction  she 
took  no  heed;  her  only  thought  was  to  place  dis- 
tance between  herself  and  the  red-mouthed  brute. 
But  when,  weary  and  breathless,  she  paused  for 
rest,  out  of  the  drab  drift  stole  the  lank,  gray 
shadow. 

The  brute  crouched  a  few  yards  away,  licking  his 
sinful  lips,  winking  his  devil  eyes.  She  still  had 
the  loaf.  As  she  threw  it,  the  wolf  sprang  and 
snapped  it  in  raid -air.  Then  she  ran,  and  ran, 
and  ran,  as  the  tired  doe  runs  from  tlip  hounds. 
For   what  seemed   to  her  an   interminable   time, 

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A   So>f   OF   CorPER   Sin 

though  it  was  less  tlian  five  miiiutos,  she  held  on; 
then  stopped,  spent,  unable  to  take  another  step.' 
Looking  back,  she  saw  nothing  of  tiie  wolf;  but 
just  when  she  began  to  move  slowly  forward, 
thinking  he  had  given  up  the  chase,  a  gray  shape 
loomed  right  ahead. 

Uttering  a  bitter  cry,  she  turned  once  more, 
tottered  a  few  steps,  and  fainted. 

As,  wildly  calling  his  (laughter's  name.  Sterling 
rushed  by  his  stables,  the  wind  smote  him  with 
tremendous  power.  Like  a  living  thing  it  buffeted 
t^im  about  the  ears,  tore  at  his  breath,  poured  over 
him  an  avalanche  of  snow.  Still  he  pressed  on, 
and  gained  the  bluff  whicli  Avis  missed. 

As  he  paused  to  draw  a  free  breath,  his  eye  picked 
out  a  fresh-made  track.  Full  of  a  sudden  hope,  he 
shouted.  A  voice  answered,  and  as  he  rushed 
eagerly  forward  a  dark  figure  came  through  the 
drift  to  meet  him.     It  was  Batiste. 

"What  you  want?"  he  asked. 

Sterling  was  cruelly  disappointed,  but  he  an- 
swered quickly:  "You  see  my  girl?  Yes,  my 
girl,"  he  repeated,  noting  the  lad's  look  of  wonder. 
"Young  white  squaw,  you  see  urn?" 

"Mooniah  papoose  ?"  queried  Batiste. 

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Thk    Piio  ri  ation' k  r 

"Yes,  yes!  She  follf)w  you.  Want  give  you 
breail,  want  give  you  bacon.  All  gone,  all  lost!" 
Sterling  finished  with  a  de.spairing  ge.sture. 

"Squaw  marcl  to  mc?  Ba-kin  for  me?"  ques- 
tioned Batiste. 

"Yes,  yes!"  cried  Sterling,  in  a  flurry  of  im- 
patience. 

Batiste's  dark  eyes  softened,  and  he  gave  vent  to 
low  duckings  of  distress.    Then,  striding  out  from 
the  bluff,  he  motioned  Sterling  to  follow.    Straight 
as  the  wild  duck's  flight  the  boy  led  on,  while  the 
man  followed,  wondering.    To  him  all  points  of  the 
compass  were  alike;  yet  the  Cree  moved  confidently 
through  the  smother,   planting  one  foot  directly 
before  the  other,  Indian  fashion,  so  that  a  line  drawn 
along  his  trail  would  have  cut  the  centre  of  every 
track.    Once,  passing  through  a  slough,  he  stooped 
and  fingered  the  long  grass  which  poked  through 
the  snow,  and  then  Sterling  remembered  that  the 
first  storm  of  the  season  had  fixed  it  north  and 
south.    Shortly  after.  Batiste  stopped  and  sniffed 
the  air. 

"What's  the  matter?"  shouted  the  man. 
"  Smell  um  smoke,"  Batiste  answered. 
Swinging  a  little  to  the  right,  he  bore  off  north- 
east, and  in  a  few  minutes  landed  the  settler  at  his 

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1'  E  H  Sin 


own  door.  Avis  had  not  returnoil,  and  her  mothor 
sat  trembling  by  the  stove.  On  her  husband's  en- 
trance she  jumped  up,  wailing: 

"It's  a  judgment  on  us!  It's  a  judgment  on  us, 
John,  for  turning  out  that  boy!  A\'hy,  there  he  is'" 
she  gasped,  as  Uatisto  followed  in. 
"I  find  um,"  he  .said,  softly. 
"Not  till  you've  drunk  some  coffee,"  Sterling 
interposed,  for  the  boy  was  again  making  for  the 
door.     "  Fix  him  a  cup,  mother." 

While  the  boy  sipped,  the  man  paced  uneasily  to 
and  fro,  and  the  mother  listened,  shuddering,  to  the 
thunder  of  the  storm.    Both  sighed  with  relief 
when  he  set  down  the  cup. 
"Well?"  interrogated  Sterling. 
Briefly  Batiste  laid  down  his  plan,  eking  out  his 
scanty   English   with   vivid   signs.     In   snow,   the 
whit«  man  roils  along  like  a  clumsv  buffalo,  planting 
his  feet  far  out  to  the  right  and  left.     And  becau.se 
his  right  leg  steps  a  little  longer  than  the  left,  he 
always,  when  lost,  travels  in  a  circle.     Wherefore 
Batiste   indicated   that   they  would   move  along 
parallel  lines,  just  shouting-distance  apart,  so  as  to 
cover  the  largest  possible  ground. 

"Young  squaw  niarche  .slow.    She  there!"    He 
pointed  north  and  east  with  a  gesture  so  sure  and 

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The   Probationer 

certain  that  the  mother  uttered  a  low  ^..y  and  the 
father  stepped  involuntarily  towards  the  door 
"Yes,  there!" 

In  front  of  the  cabin  Batiste  paused  until  Sterling 
got  his  distance;  then,  keeping  the  wind  slanting  to 
his  left  cheek,  he  moved  off  north  and  east.  Ever 
anil  anon  he  stoppiMl  to  give  forth  a  piercing  yell. 
If  Sterling  answered,  he  moved  on;  if  not— as  hap- 
pened twice-hc  travelled  in  his  direction  until  they 
were  once  more  in  touch.  And  so,  shouting  and 
yelhng,  they  bore  off  north  and  east  for  a  long  half- 
hour. 

After  that,  Batiste  began  to  throw  his  cries  both 
east  and  west,  for  he  judged  that  they  must  be 
closing  on  the  girl.  And  suddenly,  from  the  north, 
came  a  weird,  tremulous  answer.  He  started,  and,' 
throwing  up  his  head,  emitted  the  wolf's  long  howl! 
Leaning  forward,  he  waited— his  very  soul  in  his 
ears- until,  shrill  yet  deep-chested  and  quivering 
with  ferocity,  came  back  the  answering  howl. 

No  coyote  gave  forth  that  cry,  anc'  Batiste  knew 
it. 

"Timber  wolf!"  he  muttered. 

Turning  due  north,  he  gave  the  settler  a  warning 
yell,  then  sped  like  a  hunted  deer  in  the  direction 
of  the  cry.    He  ran  with  the  long,  lithe  lope  which 

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A    Son-    of   {'((ppKn    Sin 

tires  down  even  tho  swift  elk,  and  in  fivn  minulps 
coverod  nearly  ii  mile.  Once  more  he  gave  forth 
thu  wolf-howl.  .\n  iULswer  earn.-  from  close  by,  'out 
as  he.  sprang  forward  it  cn<le(l  with  a  frightened 
yelp.  Through  ii  break  in  thfi  drift  he  spied  a 
moving  figure;  then  a  swirl  .swept  in  and  blotted  it 
from  view. 

Hut  he  had  seen  tho  girl.  A  dozen  leap.s  and  he 
was  close  upon  her.  Just  as  he  opened  his  mouth 
to  spi-ak,  she  screamed  and  plungeii  lieadlong. 

When  consciousness  returned,  Avis  was  lying  in 
her  own  bed.  Her  mother  bent  over  her;  Sterling 
stood  near  by.  All  around  were  tho  familiar  things 
of  life,  but  her  mind  still  retained  a  vivid  picture 
of  her  flight,  and  she  sprang  up  screaming: 
"The  wolf!  Oh,  the  wolf!" 
" Hush,  dearie,"  her  motlier  soothed.  "  It  wasn't 
a  wolf,  but  just  tho  Creo  boy." 

Batiste  h:id  told  how  she  screamed  at  the  sight 
of  his  gray,  snow-eovered  blanket,  and  the  cry 
had  carried  even  to  her  father.  But  when  she  re- 
covered sufficiently  to  tell  her  story,  tho  fatlu-r 
shuddered  and  tlie  mother  exclaimed : 

"John,  we  owe  that  boy  more  than  ever  we  can 
pay!" 
"We  do!"  he  fervently  agreed. 
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TlIK     I'ROnATION  KR 

Just  then  the  Intoh  of  the  outer  door  olicltod,  mid 
a  cold  bliist  strcmiic<l  into  ihc  U'droom  Jumping 
up,  the  mothpr  cried: 

"Run,  John!    He's  Roinf'" 

"Here,  young  fellow!"  si;;,i,ted  tlio  settler. 

Batiste  paused  in  the  doorway,  his  hanil  on  the 
latch,  his  slight  body  silhouetted  against  the  white 
of  the  stonn. 

"Where  you  going,  boy?" 

"To  Iz-le-roy,"  he  answered.  "Him  sick, 
ite/liou!" 

Sterling  strode  forwarrl  and  caught  him  by  the 
shoulder.  "No,  you  don't,"  he  said— "not  that 
way."  Then,  turning,  he  called  into  the  bedroom: 
"Here,  mother!  Get  out  all  your  wrajjs  while  I 
hitch  the  ponies.  And  Rk  up  our  best  bed  for  a 
sick  man." 


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111'! 


'!    '■ 


A    SAGA    OF   54° 


I 

BEYOND  the  parallel  of  54",  a  hundred  miles 
north  of  CLuiberland  House— named  after  his 
Grace,  the  "Butcher"— am'  two  hundred  miles  from 
Pelly,  lies  the  country  of  the  Makwas.    If  you 
should  wish  to  go  there,  a  team  of  shaganappy 
ponies,  if  they  be  tough,  will  run  you  up  from  Pelly 
.in  five  days.    The  High  Commissioner  of  the  Hudson 
Bay  makes  it  in  three,  but  his  horses  are  then  turned 
out  for  a  year's  rest.    You  cannot  afford  this.    Be- 
tween this  country  and  the  Lake  of  Amisk  lie  the 
pot-hole  lands.    Here,  say  the  Makwas,  the  Great 
Spirit  rested  from  his  labors,  and,  blind  to  the 
chaos  at  his  feet,  looked  forth  on  his  work  and  called 
it  good.     But  on  arising  to  go  thence,  says  the  le- 
gend, he  saw  the  evil  of  the  land,  and,  because  it  had 
made  him  to  say  the  thing  which  was  not,  he  cursed 
it  forevermore.    And  so,  seamed,  rugged,  broken, 
bordered  by  forests  of  gloomy  spruce,  crude,  just  as 
it  dropped  from  his  hand,  it  endures  to  this  day. 


T  II  K     P  It  O  B  A  T  I  O  N  E  R 

Over  its  scarred  surface  writhe  fathomless  earth- 
cracks.  Bleak  sand-hills  lie  cheek  by  jowl  with 
black  morasses;  and  huge  pits— the  pot-holes  of  the 
Makwas— gape  amid  shaking  quagmires  and  treach- 
erous muskegs.  A  thousand  lakes  dot  the  bush. 
From  their  waters  petrified  trees  thrust  skeleton 
limbs.  Over  the  inky  depths  the  loon  races  his 
shadow,  the  hawk  shrieks  a  malediction  from  the 
sky,  and  at  night  the  owl  bells  anathema  in  the 
sleeping  woods.  Accursed,  devil-haunted,  peopled 
by  wild  beasts,  it  is  avoided  of  Cree  and  Sioux  and 
Makwa,  and  even  the  trappers  of  Fort  k  la  Corne 
give  it  a  wide  berth. 

The  last  rays  of  a  blood-red  sun  flamed  over  the 
pot-hole  lands,  crimsoning  the  waters  and  clothing 
the  abomination  of  desolation  with  scarlet  robes  and 
gold.  From  the  eastern  face  of  a  deep  pit  the  rose 
light  glanced  on  the  upturned  countenance  of  a 
man.  He  stood  at  the  bottom.  All  around  the 
rock  sloped  up  and  out,  so  that  a  stone  dropped 
from  the  top  would  have  landed  ten  feet  from  the 
base.  He  was  trapped ;  a  cat  could  not  have  scaled 
that  overhanging  surface. 

At  the  foot  of  the  cliff  the  wearing  hand  of  time 
had  deposited  a  loose  bank  of  sand  and  rubble.  On 
this  the  man  stood,  the  slack  of  a  lariat  coiled  in  his 


A   Sao  a   o  f  5  4  ° 

left  hand,  his  eyes  fixed  on  a  storm-riven  stump  that 
leaned  over  the  cliff.  Slowly  at  first,  but  with 
gradually  increasing  speed,  ho  swung  the  noose  until 
it  whirled  in  whistling  circles.  Suddenly  he  jerked 
it  up  and  out.  Like  a  darting  cobra  it  rose,  whip- 
ping out  the  coils,  hovered  for  an  instant,  straight 
and  rigid,  then  curved  easily  over  the  stump. 

"  Bien!"  the  man  exclaimed,  throwing  up  his  arms. 
He  had  forgotten  his  precarious  footing.  Over- 
balancing, he  rolled,  the  centre  of  a  small  landslide, 
to  the  bottom  of  the  heap.  He  sat  up,  wiped  the 
sweat  fron  his  eyes,  and  gazed  at  the  swinging  ropo. 

"Peste!"  he  muttered.  "Two  days  in  this  pit  of 
hell.    Mere  tie  Dieu!    Two  days!" 

Scrambling  up  the  heap,  he  began  to  climb, 
gripping  the  rope  with  knees  antl  feet.  Three  yards 
from  the  top  he  stopped  dead.  A  grim  face  looked 
down  from  above.  The  climber's  wrists  felt  as  big 
as  buckets,  his  arms  were  pulling  from  the  sockets, 
but,  staring  defiantly  upward,  he  hung  on,  swinging 
in  mid-air.  A  minute  passed.  Then  a  big  hand 
slipped  by  the  face  and  shook  the  rope.  The  man 
dropped,  and  the  next  moment  the  lariat  fell  from 
above,  coiling  across  his  body. 

Stunned  and  badly  shaken,  he  lay  on  the  sand 
while  the  sun  slipped  into  his  dusky  blanket  and 

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the  twilight  faded.  Up  rose  the  noises  of  the  night 
Frogs  croaiced  in  the  sloughs,  a  fox  barked  among 
the  sand-hills,  a  wolf  howled  in  the  bush  A 
bronze  moon  peeped  at  hin,  over  the  tree-tops,  then 
climbed  her  silver  path. 

The  man  stirred,  sat  up,  and  glanced  above. 
The  stump  stood,  solitary,  clearly  outlined  against 
the  moonht  sky.     Noiselessly  mounting  the  heap, 
he  tncd  another  cast,     it  missed.     He  tried  again 
and  agam,  and  again,  and  still  again,  and  many' 
more  tmios,  until,  to-vards  midnight,  the  tightening 
rope  sent  a  welcome   thrill  along  his  arm.    He 
leaned    forward,    listening.    The   soughing   night- 
wmd,  the  myriad-tongued  mosquito,  the  babel  of 
frogs,  these  were  all  he  heard. 
"  So!"  he  breathed.     " The  weasel  sleeps." 
He  seized  the  rope,  knife  between  teeth,  ready 
to  chmb,  but,  as  he  reached  up,  it  flew  through  his 
hand,  rose,  an.'  f-11  about  him.     Sitting  down,  he 
coiled  the  lariat,  then  lay  over  and  flozed.    Once 
more,  in  the  gray  morning,  ho  la.<.soed  the  stump- 
and   this   time  his  head  levelled  the  bank  before 
the  sient  watcher  snapped  him  from  the  rope 
He  fell,  turning  head  over  heels,  and  lay  until  the 
rising  sun  flushed  the  east  with  trembling  rose  and 
gold. 

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A    S.\(i.\    OK    54° 

Whon  the  sim  arehod  to  the  meridian  lio  crawjpil 
into  tlio  siiado  of  the  overhanging  bank.  It  was 
hot.  The  i)ot-ho!o  glowed  lii<e  a  devil's  oven. 
Wave.s  of  heat  rolled  down  from  the  high  eliff,  the 
sand-bank  glareil,  the  .stones  scorehed  his  feet. 
Towards  noon  he  stripped.  Then  lively  sand- 
lizards  ran  over  him,  an<l  buzzing  flies  nipped  pieces 
from  his  body.  Hot,  hungry,  and  tired,  he  tried  to 
forget  his  misery  in  sleep,  but  choking  thirst  kept 
him  wide-awake  until  the  sun  ran  down  the  western 
grade.    Then  he  dozed. 

The  clip  of  a  cutting  axe  brought  him  flying  into 
the  open.  There,  against  the  fiery  sunset  glow, 
stood  a  man,  chopping  awav  the  stump. 

"  Devil !" 

The  man  looked  down.  "  What  is  it,  M'sieu  The- 
Factor-That-Is-To-Be?"  he  sneered.  "It  is  warm 
down  there,  eh?  I  see  m'sieu  affects  negligee  since 
he  inhabited  the  lower  regions." 

"It  is  warm,  yes.'"  The  prisoner's  hand  was 
fumbling  behind  his  back.  "But,  see  you,  (;ene 
Lascurrettes,  it  is  not  .so  hot  as— hell!"  The  knife 
flashed  from  his  finger-lips  straight  at  tlie  chopper's 
back,  who  just  then  stepped  sidewise  to  reach 
farther  round  the  tree.  It  whizzed  between  arm 
and  body,  and  stuck  quivering  in  the  stump. 
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TlIK     PnOBATIONEB 

"So!"  exclaimed  Laseurrcttcs,  swinging  slowly 
round.  "The  little  knife!  My  own,  too,  I  had 
forgotten.  Careless!  An'  this  was  a  good  throw 
of  the  knife.  Forty  feet  if  an  inch!  Excellent! 
But  see  you"— he  pulled  the  knife  and  threw 
it  on  the  ground-  "now  is  your  last  bolt  spent. 
An'  M'sieu  The-Factor-That-Is-To-Be  will  soon 
have  opportunity  of  comparing  this"— he  waved 
his  hand  airily— "with  hell."  The  prisoner  made 
no  reply.  He  sat  on  the  sand-heap  quietly  playing 
with  the  coils  of  his  lariat.  "  But  m'sieu  tires  of  the 
play,"  continued  Lascurrettes.  "Then,  see  you,  we 
will  finish."  He  thrust  against  the  stump.  "Not 
yet,  eh?  More  chopping?  Behold  the  white  chips 
showering  like  the  white  blossom  on  the  grave  of 
M'sieu  The-Factor-That-Is-To-Be.   A  pretty  fancy." 


II 


When  Gene  Lascurrettes  gave  out  his  intention 
of  building  on  the  pot-hole  lands,  Fort  a  la  Come 
shrugged  its  shoulders  and  commented  according  to 
its  kind. 

"The  man's  daft!"  growled  the  Scotch  Factor. 

"  He  is  one  fool,  this  Gone!"  chorussed  the  French 
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half-breeds.  They  liked  not  the  prospect  of  having 
Gene's  wife,  the  prettiest  woman  in  A  la  Corne,  re- 
moved from  the  sphere  of  their  observation. 

The  Cree  runners  expressed  their  surprise  in  harsh 
gutturals  eked  out  by  wealth  of  signs.  Few  men 
cared  to  trap  in  the  "scab  lands";  that  any  should 
wish  to  live  there  was  beyond  tiie  compass  of  the 
Cree  imagination.  But,  indifferent  to  criticism, 
G6ne  continued  his  i)reparation. 

He  was  something  of  a  mystery  to  Fort  a  la 
Come,  and  mysteries  it  hated.  Experience  had 
taught  it  that  those  things  whicli  caimot  be  com- 
prehended are  to  be  feared.  Therefore,  being 
incomprehensible.  Gene  was  disliked. 

The  coldest  day  of  the  preceding  winter,  when 
the  spirit  registered  sixty  and  odd  below  and  you 
could  hear  the  groan  of  a  sled  ten  miles,  a  team 
of  lathered  ponies  had  swept  through  the  Fort  gate. 
Poking  its  nose  carefully  out-of-doors,  A  la  Corne 
had  watched  a  sawed-off  giant  carry  a  half-frozen 
woman  into  the  Factor's  house.  And  such  a 
woman!  When  the  frozen  veil  was  thawed  from 
off  her  face,  the  Fort  forgot  its  manners  (inherited 
from  the  best  blood  of  France)  and  stared;  and  not 
until  she  quietly  turned  her  back  did  they  remember. 
It  was  Gene  and  his  wife.  When  they  inquired  of 
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his  journey  he  was  extremely  reticent,  answering  in 
general  terms. 

"He  had  come  from  the  north?" 

"Hchwl." 

"  Far?" 

"Far." 

"Then,  it  was  somewhat  strange  that  a  man 
should  travel  in  th<!  heavy  frost?" 

"Was  it?" 

"  See  you,  sir,  the  ponies.  They  arc  the  brothers 
of  the  little  team  of  Pete  De.spard?" 

"Likely.." 

Long  after,  they  heard  that  he  had  traded  dogs 
for  ponies  at  Norquay's  roail-house,  on  the  Great 
Slave  Trail. 

By  a  curious  stroke  of  fortune,  there  landed  m 
A  la  Come,  the  next  day,  tii(^  Commissioner  of 
Garry.  He  was  on  a  ciucst  for  ponies,  having  just 
killed  a  team.  He  came  face  to  face  with  Gene  in 
the  stable. 

No  one  else  was  around. 

"  Ph-ew!"  whistled  the  Commissioner.  "  I  thought 
you  were  beyond  the  Arctic  Circle." 

"I  am  at  A  la  Corn  ^  m'sicu." 

"  So  I  see.    And  your  wife?" 
"She  also." 

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Thn  Commissioner  thougiit  awliilo. 

"You  wish  to  stay?" 

"Wiiy  not?    A  man  must  cat." 

"How  nmch  for  the  ponies?" 

"Two  iumdml." 

"I  tako  'cm  Now  go  and  tell  the  Factor  to  put 
your  name  on  the  books.  But  say!"  (if'no  stoppiMl. 
"Therc''s  a  man  looking  for  you  beyond  the  Great 
Bear  Lake." 

"  Ho  will  not  find  me  there,  m'sieu." 

The  Commissioner  watched  him  crossing  the 
yard.  "If  that  man  gets  down  to  A  la  Corne,"  he 
muttered,  shaking  his  head,  "  there'll  bo  a  pretty 
fight.  I'd  like  to  see  it" — he  licked  his  lips  in  sin- 
ful anticipation — "  but  there'd  be  some  dead  men 
rounil.  And  dead  men,"  he  sighed,  "are  no  use  to 
the  Company.  Well,  we'll  get  something  out  of 
him  while  he's  here."  The  Commissioner  had  the 
knack  of  getting  things  out  of  men,  and,  if  there  was 
nothing  to  be  got,  lu;  packed  them  off  to  some  place 
where  killing  was  eiLsy. 

When  Gen(''s  name  was  spread  on  the  book,  the 
Factor  wondered,  the  Crecs  grunted  astonisliraent, 
and  the  breeds  lost  tlicir  eyebrows  in  the  roots  of 
their  liair.  Then  they  remembered  his  wife,  and 
grinned.    Surely  the  Commissioner  had  been  look- 

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ing  at  himsolf  in  tli().s<'  dark  pvi-s,  which  were  as 
deep,  black  pools  edged  with  willow.  But  presently 
they  had  other  caus<(  for  wonder.  Gtine  drove  a 
nail  with  a  rifle-shot  at  fifty  yards,  he  tossed  the 
caber  farther  than  the  Factor,  broke  the  back  of  a 
Sioux  wrestler,  and  his  tongue  cut  like  a  two-edged 
sword.    Then-  was  at  first  great  talk  of  his  wife. 

"  She's  seen  sorrow,"  said  the  Factor's  wife.  "  An' 
I'm  doobtin'  if  she  gaes  much  on  her  man." 

"La  Petite!"  e.xclaimcd  France  Dubois.  "Alas! 
To  be  married  to  one  bear."  Being  young  and  hot 
in  the  blood,  France  would  willingly  have  consoled 
the  mismated  woman.  For  a  while  he  followed  hard 
on  her  trail.  Then,  hearing  of  the  matter,  G6ne 
pitched  him  over  the  Fort  wall  into  a  snowbank  and 
left  him  there  to  cool.  Which  he  did  quickly,  and 
returned  to  his  forest  loves. 

Though  very  much  in  the  minority,  the  women 
made  most  noise  at  the  news  of  the  moving.  The 
breeds'  wives  cluttered  together  like  a  fiock  of 
angry  mallards,  but  it  fell  to  the  Factor's  woman  to 
voice  the  general  discontent. 

"  It's  carryin'  ye  till  that  beast  hole  'e'U  be,  is  it?" 
she  exclaimed,  kis.sing  Lois.    "  We'll  see  aboot  it." 

First  she  tackled  the  Factor,  getting  no  satisfac- 
tion; then  she  cornered  Gene  in  the  store.    "  What  '11 

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be  the  meanin'  o'  this?"  she  demanded.  "  D'  ye  think 
to  tak'  the  puir  lassie,  an'  her  \vi'  a  weak  heart,  till 
yon  desert  pluco  aniang  birds  an'  beasts  an'  deils  an' 
Injuns?    Tak'  shame  till  ye!" 

She  paused,  windetl.  Gi^ne's  black  eye  wandered 
over  the  stout  figure.  "Madame,"  he  said,  bowing, 
"is  please  to  be  interest  in,  the  matter?  Yes? 
Well,  if  she  will  know,  it  is  good  to  trap  on  the  bad 
lands.  Game  is  plenty.  Imlians?  Bah!  They 
will  not  go  within  goose-flight  of  the  pot-holes. 
Madame  know  this.  The  devils,  is  it?  Yes,"  he 
mused,  "we  will  take  with  us  the  big  crucifix,  an' 
Father  F'rancis  shall  bless  the  cabin.  Then  again" 
— his  brows  shot  up,  and  a  wicked  smile  twinkled 
in  his  eye — "in  Quebec,  the  Lascurrettes  were  of 
importance.  Yes!  An'  the  aasociations  of  A  la 
Come  are  scarcely — but  I  see  madame  understand. 
She,  perhaps,  has  visit  a  good  family."  Slipping  by, 
he  left  the  woman  paralyzed  with  indignation. 

"Weol!"  she  gasped.  "Did — you — ever?  Siccan 
an  impudcnci !  An'  me  once  housemaid  to  a  real 
laird!" 

In  early  springtime,  Gfine  raised  a  cabin  of  spruce 
logs  on  the  bank  of  a  small  creek  hard  by  a  big  pot- 
hole. It  was  an  honest  day's  ride  from  the  Fort, 
which  fact  he  took  peculiar  pleasure  in  drawing  to 

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the  attention  of  the  Factor's  wife.  And  when  the 
ground  thawed  nnough  to  permit  the  cutting  of 
roof-sod,  he  loaded  his  gear  on  a  huge-wheeled  Red 
River  cart,  and  creaked  over  the  prairie  and  through 
the  bush  to  his  own  place.  For  a  month  or  so  ho 
and  Lois  labored  at  the  house,  chinking  and  pliuster- 
ing,  cTitting  roof-poles  and  sod  to  cover  them;  there 
was  also  a  fireplace  to  build  and  a  door  to  make. 
But  this  done  and  the  last  shovelful  of  nmd  plastered 
smoothly  on  the  walls,  time  began  to  drag  heavily 
on  Lois's  hands.  Gene  was  away  all  day,  tending  his 
traps  or  hunting  among  the  pot-holes;  so,  sitting  by 
the  cabin  door,  hands  folded,  eyes  dreamily  fixed  on 
the  distant  bush,  she  thought  and  thought  and 
thought;  and  through  her  mind  slipped  fleeting 
shadows. 

Harking  back  to  her  childhood,  she  saw  dimly 
the  face  of  her  mother,  faintly  beautiful,  framed  in 
the  cloudy  past.  Then  uprose  the  log  mission  of  St. 
Ignace,  its  silvery  chime,  the  gentle  sisters,  and  the 
things  they  had  taught  her.  When  she  was  grown 
into  a  tall  girl,  swne  things  she  learned  of  herself: 
chief  among  them,  that  in  the  hands  of  a  maid  a 
man  is  as  wa.x,  though  hard  as  steel  to  the  wedded 
woman. 
She  dwelt  tenderly  on  the  glory  of  her  first  love, 
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wlipn  tlif  siin  shone  liriKlitcr  ami  tlio  birds  anng 
swoptcr  tli'ui  before.  Hut  with  tiiis  Win  linked  the 
memory  ol  the  black  day  when,  by  unlri  of  the; 
Company,  ho  mounted  and  rode  away  to  Fort 
MoCloud  against  tlie  Roekics.  Shortly  after,  she 
followed  her  father  the  length  of  Mk;  (Ireat  Slave 
Trail  to  Fort  Confidence,  lieyond  (lie  Arctic  Cir-le. 
There  she  met  Geno  Lascurrc  1 1 1 -i  Tim;  was  a 
bitter  winter.  The  sun  abdicated  ruid  vl'hihiw 
to  the  Southland,  leaving  the  North  to  tiie  cnlii  sLiis 
and  Aurora  lion-alis.  And  the  Forest  I\ing  blew 
on  her  with  his  icy  breath,  and  the  elements  .sr'cmcd 
to  conspire  to  chill  the  warmth  at  her  heart,  and  the 
young  men  of  Fort  Confidence  wondered  at  her 
coldness.  The  next  summer  came  news  of  his 
death,  and  Lois's  sun  went  out.  He  was  killed,  in 
the  Rockies,  by  a  grizzly,  so  said  I.iascurrcttes,  who 
himself  had  the  news  from  a  trapper  of  Fort  York, 
who  got  it  in  Garry.  Last  of  all,  she  thought  of  the 
mortal  sickness  of  old  Pierre  Mondot— how  he  be- 
sought her  to  marry  Gene,  who  stood  well  to  become 
a  factor  of  the  Company,  and  so  let  him  die  in 
peace. 

"Thou  art  beautiful,  child,  an'  need  a  strong 
husband!"  Those  were  his  words.  Then  he  told 
of  the  ruthlessness  of  men  when  hanilsonie  women 


The   P  n  o  n  a  t  I  o  \  f.  r 

wore  in  question,  until,  half  frigiitonori,  and  to 
pleast!  him,  slio  yielded.  Happy?  No'  SIk-  had 
not  been  happy.  She  had  done  her  duty  in  a  me- 
chanical sort  of  way,  but  there  was  nc  lov(!  on  her 
Ride.  And  now  indifference  wa.s  fuming  to  dislike. 
Had  he  not  torn  her  from  her  friends  at  Confidence, 
and  hurried  her  through  frost  and  snjw  and  ice  and 
shrieking  blizzard,  the  length  of  t'le  Great  North 
Trail?  Made  her  a  stranger  in  :..  strange  land? 
And,  on  top  of  all,  isolated  her  in  this  barren  spot? 
Here  was  small  cause  of  love. 

She  sat  thus  one  afternoon  in  the  late  spring. 
It  was  the  time  of  flowers.  Harlot-like,  the  pot- 
hole lands  had  clothed  their  barrenness  with  robes  of 
spangled  green.  In  the  thick  grass,  brazen  ^er- 
lilies  fla-i-ted  before  humble  o.x-eye  daisies,  yellow 
buttercups  shouldered  Scotch  bluebells,  and  trem- 
bling golden-rod  bowed  over  seas  of  flandelion. 
Through  the  floral  ocean  nimble  gophers  chased  tlioir 
loves.  A  dozen  prairie-cocks  strutted  on  a  knoll  be- 
fore the  hens,  a  (juacking  mallard  .steered  her  brood 
over  a  prairie  slough,  while  high  overhead  a  pair 
of  sand-hill  cranes  circled  up  in  the  eye  of  the 
sun. 

Gene  was  among  the  sand-hills  trying  for  a  shot 
at  a  sneaking  wolverine:  yet,  far  down  the  Fort  trail, 

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or   54° 


the  girl  spied  a  black  spot  moving  over  the  prairie. 
It  grew  larger  ami  larger,  presently  resolving  into 
the  figure  of  a  mounted  man. 

Suddenly  she  sprang  up,  hands  to  brow,  eyes 
strained.  "M6re  de  Dieu!"  she  whispered.  She 
sank  back,  white  and  trembling,  one  hand  pressed 
against  her  heart.  The  man  hobbled  his  pony  and 
stood  before  her.  He  was  tall,  heavy-jawed,  aquiline 
of  feature,  and  massively  handsome;  a  strong  man, 
earnest  in  good  or  evil. 

'"I  will  wait  for  thee,  Jehan  le  Bait,'"  he  began, 
surveying  her  with  questioning  eyes,  '"until  the 
everlasting  prairies  shrivel  in  the  fire  of  the  last  day.' 
These  were  the  words  of  Lois  Mondot.  These  were 
the  words  I  told  to  my  starved  heart  over  there" — 
he  waved  to  the  west— "at  Fort  McCloud  against 
the  Rockies.  Now  am  I  a  factor  of  the  Company  an' 
return  for  my  britle,  to  fiml — " 

Every  speck  of  color  had  vanished  from  her  face. 
Her  mouth  stood  open,  entreating  breath ;  she  .sway- 
ed, recovered,  then  fell  forward.  He  caught  her, 
and  pulled  a  flask  from  his  pocket. 

"Drink!"  he  commanded. 

"It— it — is  over!"  .she  gasped. 

"Drink!"  He  .spoke  with  authority.  The  spirit 
sent  the  blood  flu><hing  to  her  cheek.    "You  are 

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The   P  lion  ATI  oner 

bettor?"    She    nodded.     "An'    when    I    come    to 
Garry,"  he  continued,  doggedly,  "I  find — " 

"Stop,  Jehan!"  Slie  held  up  a  staying  hand. 
"You  know  I  love — loveil  you.  But  tiiey  tell  me, 
my  father  an'  Ciene,  that  you  are  dead — killed  by 
a  bear.  Mere  de  Dieu !"  .she  wailed.  "  How  wretch- 
ed I  am!  I  do  not  care.  'Marry,'  say  my  father, 
an' — an' — I  did."  She  hung  her  head. 
"  for  this  he — " 

"Ah,  no,  Jehan!"  .she  anticipated.  "For  then 
would  there  be  blood  be;  "en  u.s.  It  mast  not  b('. 
No,  Jehan,  no!" 

"Then  you  will — "  He  ilrew  her  clo.se,  whisjier- 
ing.  Shi>  .shook  her  head,  repeating  again  :rnd  igain 
a  faint  "No,  Jehan";  but,  indifferent  to  yea  or  .>ay, 
he  talked  on,  rapidly,  authoritatively,  laying  his 
plan.  Till'  strong  will  prevailed.  Soon  she  ceased, 
and  nestled  in.  warm  flushes  chasing  one  another 
over  her  face  and  Beek. 

" To-morroiw,"  she  an.swered  to  a  que.stion,  "he 
goes  to  the  F<ort,  an  will  not  be  back  till  midnight. 
But  oh,  Jehan,  Father  Francis?" 

"Bah!  little  fine!    The  fat  priest,  is  it?    The  good 
father  know  tha'  love  is  greater  than  law,  an'  he 
ha.s  a  fine  eye  for  a  pretty  maid.     Sec  you,  there  will 
be  abac^ution  when  we  are  old  and  gray!" 
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She  smiled,  and  ncstlnd  closer.  The  afternoon 
slipped  by  and  the  flickering  shadows  moved  round 
a  quarter-circle  while  they  were  still  in  talk.  Sud- 
denly the  girl  sprang  from  his  arms;  a  passing  cloud 
had  obscured  the  sun,  bringing  on  the  evening 
twilight. 

"Go,  dear!"  she  exclaimed.  "It  is  near  sun- 
down'    He  will  soon  be  here!" 

"Then,"  lie  .said,  kissing  her  on  the  mouth,  "to- 
morrow, little  one!  Before  moonri.se.  It  is  a  long 
trail,  the  Fort  McCloud,  but  love  lio.s  by  the  way  an' 
happine.ss  at  the  end." 

She  followed  him  among  the  pot-holes  ••  .^h  her 
eyes  and  down  the  trail  to  the  distant  bush,  and 
while  she  was  still  gazing,  Gene  turned  the  corner. 
He  leaned  his  rifle  against  the  wall. 

"This  devil-beast,"  he  growled,  throwing  down 
the  wolverine,  "will  no  more  rob  the  traps.  An' 
this  was  i.  fine  shot.  By  the  Christ!  Yes.  Two 
hund—  What  is  that?"  His  eye  had  caught  the 
moving  speck. 

"I  know  not,"  .she  faltered.  "This  half-hour 
have  I  watched  it,  wishing  for  thy  coming.  Just 
now  I  had  another  stroke  of  (he  heart.  One  mon- 
su<-h  an'  I  am  (lime." 

-  r-juf!      He  laid  a  caressing  hand  on  her  shoulder. 
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The   P  b  o  b  a  t  i  o  n  e  k 

"What  foolish  talk  is  this?  No  Cree  would  venture 
among  the  pot-holes.  Afraid?  Of  a  stray  pony? 
See  you.  I  will  mount  an'  bring  it  to  thee,  an'  we 
shall  have  the  great  laugh." 

"No!  No!"  siic  cxclaimrd,  shrinking  from  his 
hand.  "Do  not  lrav<'  me.  An'  you  arc  hungry? 
It  was  wrong  of  nic  to  be  afraid  an'  neglect  the 
meal." 

After  he  had  eaten  she  moved  outiloors.  Ho 
lay  on  their  bed,  smoking  and  telling,  betwiren 
puffs,  of  a  silver  fox  he  had  tracked  in  the  sand- 
hills. Fifty  dollars  was  its  hide  worth  at  A  la 
Come !  Of  this  she  should  have  ten,  to  buy  her  a 
dress  fit  for  a  queen.  She  should  liave  brave  gear, 
yes,  as  became  a  pretty  woman,  wife  to  a  good 
hunter.  Thus  he  raml)led  on.  She  answered  in 
monosyllables.  Twice  he  called  her  to  come  to 
bed,  but  not  until  he  slept  did  she  enter  the  cabin. 

She  wa.s  up  betimes,  and  fried  the  breakfast 
bannock  while  Gene  hitched  his  pony  to  the  cart. 
After  he  was  gone  she  hearkened  to  the  huge  wheels 
creaking  over  the  prairie  and  drew  a  long,  full 
breath.  Just  as  he  turned  into  the  bush  the  night- 
wind  sank  to  rest,  the  air  chilled,  and  the  sky 
blacks  iialed  to  dullest  drab.  Trembling  flushes  of 
red  and  ycWow  shut  through  the  grays  of  dawn. 
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A     S  A  (t  A 


Easily  tiie  drabs  fadod  into  tho  blii»'  of  the  zenith, 
the  yellows  d('('|j<'ned  and  bluslicd  into  nsy  reds, 
while  fleecy  clouds  drew  dusky  lines  across  the 
eastern  sky.  As  the  sun  raised  a  golden  rim,  a 
robin  perched  on  the  roof-tree  and  piped  his  melo- 
dious note.  Blackbird-s  in  a  near-by  bluff  broke  into 
liquid  music,  a  mqx-  chirped  a  cheerful  pee-wee 
from  a  xlougli,  and  a  pair  of  jays  quarrelled  in  the 
>0-  of  the  morning.  The  hush,  the  glow,  the 
throaty  music  of  the  birds,  the  infinite  peace  and 
freshn<'ss  of  the  new-born  day,  filled  her  starved 
soul.  Kneeling,  like  some  fire-worshipijer  of  old, 
she  watched  the  great  red  sun  lift  and  roll  up  his 
burnished  plane. 

All  day  she  burned  with  a  fever  of  impatience. 
Time  and  again,  though  she  knew  he  would  not 
come  till  night,  her  gaze  travelled  down  the  trail  to 
the  distant  bush.  Once,  on  turning  from  the  door, 
her  eyes  fell  on  the  crucifi.x  against  the  wall.  She 
shrank  back.  The  Church  had  no  blessing  for  an 
enterprise  like  hers;  and,  beneath  Christ's  cro.ss, 
Gtae  had  nailed  a  colored  mission  print  of  the 
"broad  and  easy  way"  leading  down  to  Tophet. 
Ti/wards  evening  the  excitement  brought  on  an- 
other palpitation  of  the  lieart.  which  left  her,  blanch- 
ed and  trembling,  on  the  lied.    At  last  the  unwel- 


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come  sun  dropped  below  the  horizon.  Rising,  she 
lit  an  oil  fire,  and  by  its  light  got  ready  for  the 
trail.  She  had  but  little  gear.  Her  few  things 
wore  soon  rolled  into  a  small  bundle;  then,  throwing 
a  shawl  about  her,  she  Mt  shivering  with  expecta- 
tion. With  dask  came  the  thud  of  a  horse's  hoofs. 
A  hasty  foot  stumbled  on  the  threshold. 

"Jehan!" 

She  threw  wide  the  door,  and  the  yellow  flare 
shone  full  on  her  husband's  face.  With  a  choking 
cry  she  fell  at  his  feet.  He  stepped  within.  He 
had  heard  the  name;  her  bundle  lay  on  tlie  floor. 

"So,  so,"  he  whispered,  gently,  "  it  was  to  be  the 
rider  of  the  stray  pony,  was  it?"  The  tone  was 
([uiet,  but  the  veins  on  his  forehcail  rielged  black, 
the  skin  drew  tight  over  his  heavy  jaw,  and  his 
hand  played  with  his  knife.  "  Ri.se!'  he  roared,  with 
sudden  pa.ssion.  "Rise  an' speak!"  He  struck  his 
heel  heavily  into  her  side.  "The  stray  pony!"  he 
Laughed.  "That  was  not  to  be  caught!  The  heavy 
pony!    Whose  hoofs  bit  deep  in  the  soft  places!" 

She  lay  still.  A  minute  pa.<,seil  She  had  not 
yet  moved.  Stooping,  he  turned  up  h<T  face  It 
was  marble-white.  Falling  on  his  knees,  he  tore 
her  dress  from  tlie  twik  and  laid  his  roi^h  head  to 
the  »hite  breast. 


A   Saga   of   54° 

Night  fell  as  Jehan  lo  Bait  spurred  from  the  bush. 
He  was  late.  A  led  hor.sc  had  persistently  taken 
the  wrong  side  of  many  trees,  wlierefore  Jehan 
swore  softly  but  with  elo<iuence  and  variety. 

"O  son  of  the  .ievil!"  he  muttered,  "may  you 
burn  in  one  tliousand  hells!  This  is  your  fault. 
Blaek  night  an'  a  new  trail."  Dismounting,  he 
followed  the  faint  wriiite  line  of  dead  grass  around 
yawning  pits  and  between  bottoinle.ss  carth-craeks, 
while  his  an.xious  eye  .scanned  a  distant  light.  Half 
an  hour's  fast  walking  Ijrought  him  to  the  big  pot- 
hole, and  here  he  tied  the  horses  at  a  poplar  bluff. 

The  oil  flare  cist  a  broad  stream  of  light  through 
the  cabin  door,  puneliing  a  yellow  hole  in  the  blark- 
ne.ss.  "flo,  petite!"  he  ealled.  "Here  am  1!" 
The  steep  si.les  of  the  pot-holes  threw  bark  a 
hollow  eeho.  .Vll  was  strangely  silent.  A  sudden 
fear  chilleil  him.  High  overhead,  with  rush  of 
b<>ating  wings,  a  shape  swept  by. 

He  .started.  "Bah!"  h<'  exclaimed.  ".Tehaii  le 
Bait,  )'ou  are  become  as  one  chicken.  Ma  iui!  To 
jump  at  a  pa<^ing  goose!" 

Stalling  on  the  threshold,  he  laughed  softly. 
"La  pauvre."  he  whispered.  ",So?  .She  is  tired, 
an'  sleeps.     Good!     She  will  travel  the  better." 

.She  lay  on  the  rude  bed,  the  torn  dress  revealing 
ii.il 


irmL^ 


fSiSLi! 


T  H  K     P  R  O  1)  A  T  1  O  N  E  R 


the  ivory  bust  gloaming  rouml  and  full  in  the  yellow 
flan;.  Lov«!  and  passion  surged  with  the  hot  blood 
through  his  veins.  'J-  'ctly  tiptoeing,  he  stooped 
and  kissed  her  full  •  ,i  the  mouth.  Instant^  he 
straightened.     Her  i  'is  were  icy  cold. 

"M'sieu  salutes  his  love!" 

Jehan  whirled  about.  In  the  doorway,  broad 
body  touching  either  post,  stood  Lascurrettes.  He 
was  .smiling;  his  hand  played  gently  with  his  knife. 

"  You— did— this— thing?" 

The  man  shrugged  his  shoulders.  "It  was  not 
my  fortune,  m'sieu.  The  good  God  avenges  the 
outraged  husband.  So  say  the  holy  fathers.  She 
died  of  a  stroke  of  the  heart." 

"Of  a  broken  heart!" 

"As  you  please.  What  matter?  She  is  dead. 
An'  you,  M'sieu  The-Factor-That-Is-To-lic,  pay  for 
her  death.  But  not  now.  Presently.  There  is 
work  to  do." 

Taking  axe  and  shovel,  Gene  led  the  way  to  the 
bluff  where  the  horses  were  tied.  The  moon  had 
just  peeked  over  the  trees;  the  black  darkness  had 
withdrawn  to  the  pits. 

"Here  is  a  good  place."  Lascurrettes  buried  the 
axe  in  ti\i'  sofl.     "Soon  there  will  be  more  light." 

They  worked  by  spells,  prc.-iorving  the  silcnci'  of 


A    Sao  A    of   .54° 

good  haters,  one  picking  ami  the  otlicr  .shovelling. 
After  an  hour's  digging,  (irno  looked  down  on  tlu; 
grave.     "It  will  do,"  he  said. 

At  the  door  Johan  It-  Bait  drew  to  one  .si<le. 
".M'sieu  will  wish  to  niak('  his  adieus?" 

He  waited  patn  id\y.  No  need  for  hurry,  thougii 
the  northern  moon  silvered  |)lain  and  for("st,  and  he 
could  .see  the  fiiint  whit(!  trail  winding  over  a  mile 
of  prairie.  Yet,  time  and  again  he  caught  himself 
thinking  of  Lois  as  waiting,  waiting,  waiting:  wailing 
to  start  on  the  long  journey  which  ended  at  Fort 
McCloud. 

"  It  is  her  spirit,"  he  whispered. 

"M'sieu?"  Lascurrcttes  stood  hy  the  open  door. 
He  entered,  closed  the  door,  and  knelt  hy  the  dead. 
Raising  the  small  hand,  he  placed  it  on  his  head. 
.Softly,  like  a  caress,  it  settled  .among  his  curls, 
quieting,  with  cool  touch,  the  pain  at  his  heart. 
He  arose  soothed  and  calm,  find  called  the  Inisband. 

"M'sieu,"  he  .said,  "this  was  good,  an'  I  would 
repay  in  kind.  .\s  I  hope  to  presently  kill  you,  I 
swear  she  was  innocent  of  wrong.  Her  heart  was 
always  mine.  This  you  knew  when  you  Vu  il  awnv 
her  bo<ly." 

I..i.scurrettes's  lips  <lrew  iulo  a  wick  -d  snarl. 
''Innocent!"  iie  growled.  "This  is  the  talk  nf  ;i 
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iV-  ■v'^jxw.-.* 


The   P  k  o  n  a  t  1  o  n  k  k 


boy.    Dops  tlip  hand  hold  from  the  ripo  fruit  whon 
the  Ix'lly  «iys  pluck?    This  will  not  savp  you." 

In  her  bhuikc^ts  thoy  buried  Lois,  shovelling  by 
turns  until  the  grave  wiw  filled  and  nioutided. 
A\'hen  the  last  sod  wiis  turniMl,  th(>y  stood  for  a 
space  with  bowed  heads;  then,  retiring  a  few  yards, 
they  faced  together. 

Between  the  grave  and  the  pot-hok-  stretched  a 
level  sward.  Over  this  they  Ix'gan  to  circle,  back- 
waril,  forward,  sidewise,  tricking  for  an  oix>ning, 
knives  .scintillating  sparks  of  blue  moonlight. 

Suddenly  Jehan  let  drive  a  i-ircular  cut  from 
fac(?  to  waist.  It  fell  short.  The  n^turn  fliushed 
straight  at  his  brea.st,  and  Lascurrettcs  drove  in 
thrust  upon  thrust,  bearing  him  back  towards  the 
pot-liole.  A  (|nick  side-leap  reversed  the  position, 
and  Jehan  slashed  at  the  side,  and  missed.  Steel 
sawed  .steel.  Th(^  knives  fliushed  in  and  out  for  a 
breathless  minute,  weaving  a  fiery  pattern;  then, 
blee(ling,  they  drew  apart  and  circleil. 

The  next  rush  brought  them  together,  free  han<l 
to  knife  hand,  and  .lelian  felt  the  power  of  his  foe. 
Slowly  he  was  forci;d  back  to  the  pit.  lit'  felt  the 
knif(^  hand  tearing  from  his  grip,  while  the  grasp 
tightened  on  his  wrist  lie  nmst  do  something, 
and  do  it  quick. 

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A   Sah  \   OK   ."it* 

"Courago!"  the  voic-o  of  I.asciurcttos  sounded 
in  his  car;  "it  will  .soon  be;  ovi'i-,  au'  ni'sicu  in 
hell." 

Raising  his  kncp,  Jehan  jainmod  it  with  ilospcrato 
onorgy  into  the  other's  stonmeli,  at  the  same  time 
throwing  buck.  The  grapple  broke.  He  fell,  head 
and  slioulders  over  the  pit.  For  one  i  lomeiit  lin 
hung  in  the  balance,  then  La.seurretirs's  knife 
flfwhed  straight  at  his  fare.  He  .saw  it  eoniiiig, 
dodged,  overbalanced,  clutched  ul  (lie  ;;iasrt,  and 
toppled  l)ack. 

La>icurrettes  crawli^l  to  the  edge  .uicl  looked  down. 
Ho  could  .see  nothing,  but  presently  .i  groaning  curse 
a.scendeil  to  liiin  through  the  blackness.  .lehan  had 
fallen  in  the  loose  .s.ind.  Quietly  withilrawing,  he 
walked  to  the  grave  and  lay  down  to  chew  the; 
bitter  cud  of  .snirow  and  thwarted  purpose. 

He  was  the  child  of  iron  forces  and  riftorous  condi- 
tions; the  last  link  of  a  chain  every  lengtli  of  wliicli 
was  hot-forged  by  nature  and  ehos,  u  from  a  thou- 
sand. Strong,  obstinate,  acute,  he  had  shouldered 
through  life,  bending  man  and  woman  to  his  will. 
fiut  his  wife's  weakness  had  jiroved  her  strength. 
She  was  gone  beyond  recall,  lo  be  robhi.l  of  his 
love!-- even  by  death?  Springing  up,  ho  shook  a 
threatening  fist  skyward,  and  cursivl  the  power 
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(ANSI  and  ISO  TEST  CHART  No.  2) 


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T  II  K     1'  It  O  U  A  T  I  O  N  K  II 

which  had  levelled  him  in  the  dust.  He  waited,  al- 
most expectant.  The  stars  looked  coldly  down,  the 
moon  shed  her  pale  light  as  before,  the  murmuring 
night-wind  plucked  a  <lead  leaf  and  cast  it  in  his  hot 
face.  The  mote  in  the  sunbeam  had  defied  the 
infinite  and  received  its  answer. 

Smarting  under  a  vague  sense  of  futility  and 
failure,  he  turned  his  gaze  to  the  black  pot-hole. 
"Peste!"  he  muttered,  "this  is  fool  work,  this 
challenging  the  stars,  but  over  there" — he  shook  his 
big  fist — "  is  one  that  shall  pay." 

For  two  days  he  kept  secret  watch  and  ward, 
awaiting  the  torment  of  thirst  and  hunger.  But  on 
the  second  day  he  observed  the  prisoner  cutting  his 
mooseskin  coat  into  strips,  and  saw  him  twist  them 
into  a  long  lasso.  When  it  was  ready  for  the 
cast,  he  crawled  to  the  stump  and  waited.  For 
a  night  and  day  he  feasted  fat,  then,  glutted, 
turned  to  destroy  the  last  hope  of  the  doomed 
man. 

"See  you,"  he  called  below,  "how  great  is  my 
solicitude.  Presently  the  tree  will  fall,  an'  I  would 
not  spoil  a  factor  of  the  Company.  Stand  from 
under!"  The  stump  cracked.  "Now,"  he  laughed, 
raising  for  the  last  blow,  "  to  hell  with  you,  Jehan 
le  Bait!" 

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A   Saga   of  54° 


Unseen,  noiseless,  the  lasso  shot  up  from  below, 
hovered,  curved  over,  and  fell  around  his  shoulders. 
He  grasped  the  tottering  tree.  Tt  cracked  smartly, 
toppled  over,  and  man  and  stump  crashed  into  the 
yawning  ^.\„. 


ittji 


$.v. 


THE   BLACK   FACTOR 


WHEN  you  have  snatclwd  your  canoe  from  the 
grip  of  Assiniboine,  labored  across  the  Prairie 
Portage,  paddled  a  long  week  on  Manitoba,  and 
sweated  over  the  divide  to  Winnipegoos,  you  shall, 
if  your  muscle  be  gcod  for  another  week's  paddling, 
come  to  the  Big  Portage  of  Cedar  Lake. 

Two  days  thereafter,  sore,  stiff,  and  with  the 
appetite  of  a  starved  grizzly,  you  arrive — that  is, 
if  your  inner  works  are  copper  lined  and  proof,  from 
alkali  — at  Devil's  Drum,  a  little  corner  of  the 
frozen  North  which  has  sent  many  a  peltry  to  swell 
the  store  of  the  Great  Company.  Then,  when  your 
camp-fire  flickers  in  the  woods  and  the  night-owl 
solenmly  bells  the  frogs  to  vespers,  a  trapper  will 
probably  lounge  over  from  the  fort  to  sample  your 
tobacco  and  hear  the  news. 

If  the  tobacco  be  good,  the  spirit  may  move  him 
to  speak  of  the  building  of  Devil's  Drum  and  of  the 
notable  circumstances  attendant  thereon,  but  unless 
170 


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T  11  i:    1'  11(1 1!  A  r  I  o  .V  k  ii 


you  have  wliiskcy  you  will  not  licar  tho  story  of  ilic 
Black  Factor,  nor  will  you  Ix;  nllowfil  a  peep  into 
the  great  book  of  the  Company  wlierein  it  is  wriltrii. 

I  luui.  Thus  it  was  that  I  came  to  reail  the  stor;,' 
which  Pere  (hi  Fro  wrote  in  the  log  of  Devil's 
Drum — the  great  book  which  lies  on  tlie  top  shelf  of 
the  old  log  store,  and  which  none  but  a  commissioner 
may  open.  And  just  as  I  read,  it  is  hero  set  down, 
save  that  I  thought  it  better  to  omit  some  moraliz- 
ings  upon  the  duty  of  man  with  which  the  father 
interspersed  his  narrative. 

"The  spring  that  Fraser  came  in  from  the  west," 
he  begins,  "  we  of  Garry  were  in  straits.  Not  con- 
tent with  infringing  on  our  charter,  the  Nor'west 
Company  had  set  itself  to  ruin  our  trade;  to  which 
devilish  end  they  had  burned  a  Company's  post 
and  killed  its  factor.  Tlunr  half-breeds,  too,  under 
the  command  of  one  De  Knyff,  harried  our  packers 
upon  the  trails  and  carried  off  their  furs.  And 
while  it  is  true  we  repaid  these  violations  of  the  laws 
of  God  and  man  in  kind,  yet  the  season's  pack  was 
light  and  his  Excellency  the  Governor  both  sour  and 
sulky.  His  state  of  mind  may  be  imagined  when  I 
say  that  for  three  months  he  went  unconfesse; 

'"Furs  we  must  have,  father,'  he  said,  when  I 
called  one  morning  intent  on  reproving  him  for  his 
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The   Black   Factor 

lack  of  duty.    '  Furs  wp  must  have,  if  I  go  uncon- 
fcssed  to  tlic  day  of  judgiucut!' 

"'Son!'  I  protested,  liut  ho  heard  me  not,  and 
fell  to  biting  his  nail.s  and  pulled  his  beard  ragged, 
while  hi.s  brow  drew  in  heavy  lines. 

"'Ye.s,'  he  continued,  talking  to  himself;  'wc 
must  carry  the  war  into  their  country— build  a  post 
north  of  the  Dig  Lakes,  and  hold  it,  if  we  have  to 
install  the  devil  as  factor  and  sink  ihn  Nor'wcsters 
in  the  bottom  hole  of  hell!' 

"Hard  words,  but  the  man  was  sore  beset.  '()h, 
where  sha'l  I  get  a  man?'  he  cried,  dropping  liis 
head,  and  as  though  in  answer  a  half-breed  runner 
arrived  with  news  that  Fraser  was  in  the  fort. 

" '  The  very  man !'  exclaimed  the  Governor.  '  Send 
him  here.' 

"While  waiting,  his  Excellency  leaned  head  on 
hand,  his  eyes  fixed  upon  his  papers.  I  studied 
him.  And  once,  looking  quickly  up,  he  caught  my 
glance  and  read  the  thought  therein,  for  he  answered 
at  once: 

'"Yes,  he  will  get  himself  killed,  but  what  would 
you,  father?  It  is  the  way  of  the  Company.  We 
must  have  furs.' 

"'Men,'  I  answered,  'are  of  more  importance  in 
the  sight  of  God  than  furs.' 
isi 


T  II  K     P  !•  ' )  n  A  T  I  O  N  K  U 


"'In  tho  siglit  of  tiod,  yes,'  ho  rcjoinod,  smiling; 
'but  in  tho  eyes  of  the  Company,  no,  fatlicr.'  And 
bc'forc  I  could  rebuke  him  Kraser  strode  through 
the  oiJcn  door. 

"At  this  time  he  must  have  been  full  two-and- 
thirty,  though  the  man  was  a  mystery  and  none 
knew  aught  of  his  parol,  .age.  Ho  came  into  the 
Company's  s(!rvice  from  the  west,  bringing  with  him 
some  .scoria  of  silent  Sioux,  whoso  discreet  tongues 
revealed  nothing  of  his  antoc-donts.  All  questions 
they  answered  with  a  wag  of  tho  head.  But  this 
much  wo  guessed :  his  name  betokened  a  Scots  father, 
and  none  but  a  French  mother  could  have  lit  the 
fire  in  his  eyes.  Of  his  appearance,  it  needs  only 
to  know  that  lie  stooped  to  enter  the  door,  while 
his  shoulders  brushed  on  either  jamb.  Tall,  strong, 
swart — swart  as  his  own  Sioux,  and,  if  report  spoke 
truly,  twice  as  crafty — I  see  him  now  even  as  he 
stood  that  day  before  the  Governor. 

" '  Fraser,'  his  Excellency  began, '  we're  in  a  mess. 
We've  got  to  do  s  -imething,  d'  ye  hear? — something 
big — and  you're  tho  man  to  do  it.  I  was  thinking 
of  tapping  the  country  north  of  Winnipegoos.  It's 
risky — '  Here  a  raise  of  the  Factor's  black  brows 
brought  him  to  a  pause.  'AH  right,'  he  continued, 
smiling.    '  We'll  leave  the  risk  and  come  to  business. 

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Til  K     lil.  A      K      I'  Ml' on 

If  you  buiiil  ii  fort  oil  th<'  Moow  River,  I'll— I'll 
make  you  Coiiimissioncr  of  Rii[M'ii's  Lai  li.' 

"On  the  third  day  following  this  convrsation 

I  mind  it  well,  for  that  morning  I  celebrated  the 
Easter  mass  — two  ten -men  lanoes  rounded  the 
bend  into  the  A.ssinibf)ine,  after  which,  for  weary 
months,  we  la^lied  news  of  fVaser.  And  just  about 
the  time  I  had  given  him  up,  there  came,  early  one 
mornii:g,  a  thundering  rap  upon  my  door.  Without 
stood  the  Governor,  in  most  excellent  mood. 

"'Good-day,  father,'  he  greeted.  'This  is  an 
unseasonable  call,  but  I  bear  goo<l  news.  Tl  is  day 
I  take  boat  for  a  voyage  of  inspection  to  our  new 
fort  of  Devil's  Drum,  and,  if  vqu  care  to  come  along, 
I  doubt  not  Black  Jack  will  give  you  welcome.  It 
is  long  since  ho  shrived  him,  and  tlio  tale  must  b(! 
both  long  and  bloody.' 

"  As  it  becomes  a  priest  to  be  eve  •  zealous  for  the 
cure  of  souls,  I  accepted  the  invitation,  though  not 
relishing  it  overmuch.  Had  I  known— well,  it  has 
been  wisely  onlained  that  wo  see  not  the  perils  that 
beset  our  path.  Yet  ve  fared  well  enough  on  the 
journey,  and  came,  after  two  weeks'  toilsome 
travelling,  lu  by  night  to  Devil's  Drum. 

.ley!'  chuckled  the  Governor,  when  at  moon- 
rise  we  thw    .ered  at  the  water-gate.    'Black  Jack 

1S3 


T  II  K      1'  no  II  AT  I  n  N'  K  II 


i    , 


scoiiii  well  in  tniiii  for  tin'  ooinmissionor.'iliip,  cli, 
fiithcr?     Wms  lliciv  I'vcr  a  liner  bit  iil  liuildinj;?' 

"  Liki'  sonic  lillii'  beast,  the  fort  croucheil  in  tlie 
crotch  of  Moose  Uivrr  ami  Cedar  Lake.  Across  the 
lanilward  side  ran  a  loj;  stockade,  with  ditch  and 
counterscarp,  whih"  on  the  double  wati'r- front  a 
palisade  jutted  into  lake  and  river.  Tlie.se,  draw- 
ing to  a  point,  gave  the  couchant  beast  a  tail,  and 
provided  a  water-yard  wherein  a  score  of  eanoe.s 
could  safely  riilo.  For  u  (luarter-niiln  beyond  the 
barrier,  too,  the  timber  was  cut  and  burned,  and 
within  the  enclosure  Black  Jack  had  built  stores, 
fur-hou.ses,  and  fjuarters  for  his  men.  With  such 
contidence  (Md  the  fort  inspire  nie  tliat  I  made  a  vow 
right  then  timt  tlu;  Governor  should  lack  the  com- 
pany of  a  certain  churchman  on  his  backward 
trip. 

'"Can't  make  out  how  you  did  it,  Frascr!'  the 
Governor  exclaimed,  when,  next  morning,  he  com- 
pleted his  insjiection.  'Surely  the  devil  must  have 
helped  you?' 

"'Sir,'  I  interposed,  'God  was  with  Mr.  Fraser!' 

"With  a  twinkling  eye  he  aske<l  pardon  for  his 
levity,  and  added,  somewhat  irreverently,  that  he 
had  for^^otten  the  alliance  betwixt  the  Company 
and  the  Almight}',  and  then  turned  to  question 

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Tiir;    Hi.  a,:k    Fact  ok 

Frascr.     IIo  wa^  ever  a  quiet  man  iiml  ^uvo  us  littln 
infonnatioii,  yi-t  tliH  much  \vc  Icar-   il: 

"Sili'ut  as  (icalli's  sliailow,  lin  luul  stolon  through 
the  land,  a, id  of  llioso  who  crossed  his  trail  none 
liv(!(l  to  tell.  They  died  quiekly  and  without  noise. 
And  long  before  wind  (  .lini  travelled  to  th(!  Nor- 
wostors  in  their  fort  of  Devil's  I'oint,  his  outer 
defences  \»,'re  stron^lv  built.  \or  were  tlwy 
finished  mw  whit  too  soon.  From  Devil's  Point  ti 
nie.s.senger  sped  north  as  far  as  fifty-  ,-o,  and  raised 
Cree,  Obijay,  and  Swatnpy  River  ..)ux  to  drive 
him  from  the  land.  In  the  third  week  of  his  oc- 
cui)ation,  tiio  smoke  of  many  fires  minfiled  with  tl-; 
reek  of  the  burned  clearing;  at  night  the  sky  blush-  ; 
red  above  their  camp;  the  still  night  air  |)ulsed  i. 
the  throbbing  war-drum. 

"'Wherefore,'  said  Black  .lack,  'wo  called  this 
Devil's  Drum.' 

"'As  you  please,  father,'  said  his  Excellency,  when 
I  asked  permission  to  remain  and  establish  a  mission. 
'As  you  please.  But  'ware  that  you  heal  not  their 
souls  until  Fraser  has  broken  their  bodies.  Seeing 
that  you're  not  to  bo  of  us,  wo  will,  as  we  came  in 
by  night,  go  out  by  day.' 

"  Which  ho  did.     And  while  the  Crccs  cha.sed  hi.>i 
down  the  lake,  the  Governor  sat  in  the  gt(!rii,  potting 
1S5 


The   Probationer 


I  ' 


thorn  like  so  many  rabbits.  All  morning  we  heard 
the  crack  of  his  rifle.  From  the  tower  by  the  gate  I 
watched  his  canoe  grow  smaller  and  smaller,  until  it 
chew  to  a  speck  and  vanished,  carrying  him  with  it 
from  this  story. 

"For  the  bigger  half  of  a  month  after  the  de- 
parture of  the  Governor  death  stalked  in  picturesque 
guise  about  our  walls. 

"I  began  to  despair  of  my  mission,  and  was  be- 
ginning to  regret  not  having  journeyed  with  the 
Governor,  when  one  of  our  scouts  brought  news 
of  trouble  in  the  Indian  camp. 

"When  the  man  came  in  I  was  with  the  Factor 
in  the  big  log  store,  as  yet  empty  of  goods:  and  after 
he  had  delivered  him  of  his  news  Frascr  said  noth- 
ing, but  sat  thinking.  Just  as  I  was  about  to  put 
a  question — for  the  Sioux  had  spoken  in  his  own 
tongue— he  struck  his  knee,  roaring  with  sudden 
laughter,  and  cried  out: 

'"Send  Ncepawa  here!' 

"'What  is  it?'  I  asked. 

"'That  remains  to  be  seen,'  he  answered,  drum- 
ming on  his  knee;  and  this  was  all  the  satisfaction  I 
could  get.  But  I  knew  some  desperate  game  must 
be  afoot,  else  had  he  not  called  for  the  chief  of  his 
Sioux. 

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The    Black   Factor 

"He  came— a  tall  man,  brown,  lean,  lank,  pos- 
sessed of  the  strength  of  three,  yet  lithe  as  a  lynx 
and  twice  as  cruel.  Taking  him  to  one  side,  the 
Factor  whispered  in  his  ear,  and  while  he  talketl 
the  Sioux  nodded  to  every  word.  What  they  said  I 
could  not  hear,  but,  despite  this  lack  of  confidence, 
which  reflected  somewhat  on  my  strength  of  wit— 
a  wit  which  his  Excellency  the  Governor  has  found 
useful  on  occasion— at  the  end  of  their  conference  I 
approached  antl  said: 

'"Son,  I  judge  there  is  deadly  work  ahead.  Let 
me  exercise  my  office.' 

"Whereat  he  laughed  down  from  his  great 
height  and  answered:  'At  present,  father,  there 
is  no  need;  but  if  that  which  I  contemplate 
comes  to  a  head,  then  shall  I  require  your  ser- 
vices.' 

"That  night  I  slept  ill,  and  at  break  of  day  I 
turned  out  to  cool  my  fever  in  the  morning  mist.' 
And  as  I  stepped  from  my  quarters  the  watch  hailed 
loudly.  Through  the  gray  of  the  clearing  two 
spectral  figures  loomed,  each  bearing  upon  its 
shoulders  a  heavy  burden. 

'"What  is  it?'  I  inquired. 

"But   the   sentry   shook   his   head,   cocked   his 
musket,  and  hailed  again.    A  swirl  of  mist  swept 
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The   PROBAT'ONEn 


in  between,  and  from  its  centre  the  voice  of  the 
Factor  answered. 

'"Where  have  you  been?'  I  demanded,  as  he 
strode  through  the  gate. 

" '  Seeking  a  wife  after  the  manner  of  the  tribe  of 
Benjamin!'  he  answered,  with  a  laugh. 

"Wherewith  he  set  down  his  burden  and  un- 
wound a  blanket  from  the  head  of  as  fine  a  woman 
as  ever  filled  the  eye  of  man.  Half-breed  she  was 
at  the  first  glance,  yet  never  have  I  seen  girl  more 
winning  in  a  tender  way.  Though  tall,  her  round, 
full  shape  moulded  her  dress  in  easy  lines,  her  eyes 
were  lit  with  the  sweet  languor  which  makes  men's 
hearts  as  water,  her  loosened  hair  veiled  her  in 
night's  black  splendor.  'And  this,'  continued  the 
Factor,  pointing  to  Neepawa's  burden,  'is  Saas, 
daughter  of  Clear  Sky,  chief  of  the  Swampy 
Sioux.' 

"Then  the  plot  came  out.  Saas  had  made 
trouble  in  the  Indian  camp.  On  the  north  side  of 
lier  father's  tepee,  Estahagan,  headman  of  the 
Obijay,  had  raised  a  pile  of  goods  against  her  hand, 
while  on  the  south  Iz-le-roy,  chief  of  the  Crees,  had 
stacked  his  store  of  wealth.  Day  by  day  the  piles 
had  grown — for  Saas  was  a  famous  curer  of  skins — 
and  just  when  the  pile  of  Iz-le-roy  was  the  greater 

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The   Black   Factou 

by  full  three  packs  of  beaver,  our  scout  brought  in 
the  news. 

"  This  it  was  that  sent  the  Factor  forth  by  night. 
In  the  willow  thicket  behind  Clear  Sky's  tepee,  he 
and  the  Sioux  crouched,  waiting  until  Saas  should 
go  and  draw  water  from  the  woodland  spring.  And 
presently— just  as  the  scout  .said — .she  came  out 
with  her  skin  buckets  and  paused,  unconscious  of 
their  eager  eyes.  Within  the  camp  a  hundred  fires 
glowed  with  a  strong  red  light,  leaping  and  dancing 
like  fire  blossoms  in  a  wind,  but  it  was  yet  dark  by 
the  spring,  and  Saas  was  afraid.  She  niado  to  go 
back,  and  dashed  the  watchers'  hope,  then  paused 
and  filled  them  with  joy.  She  talked  with  some  one 
within  the  tepee,  then  out  into  the  firelight  came  the 
half-breed  girl. 

"'So,'  concluded  the  Factor,  softly  caressing  the 
girl's  hair,  '  these  two  came  together  to  the  spring.' 
She  shrank  from  his  touch,  but  even  this  seemed 
rather  to  please  him,  for  he  added :  'Modest?  Well, 
so  be  it!  It  is  a  grace  that  will  become  the  wife  of 
the  Commissioner  of  Rupert's  Land — eh,  father?' 
And  with  that  he  placed  her  under  my  care  and  in 
the  cabin  next  to  mine  until  such  time  as  he  should 
finish  the  business  of  the  Indians. 

"Things  fell  out  pretty  much  as   the  Factor 

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I 


TllK     1' KO  li  AT  I  ONI;  K 


'!; 


thought  they  would.  Within  the  boar  Clear  Sky 
himself  strode  into  the  clearing  and  stood,  making 
tli(!  peace  sign.  He  was  an  old  man,  gnarled  and 
rugged,  but  when  they  brought  him  to  Fraser  he 
straightened  with  the  swing  of  a  young  pine. 

" '  Yes,'  said  the  Factor,  when  the  old  man  had 
made  oration;  'we've  got  your  daughter.'  And  a 
wave  of  his  hand  brought. ner  from  a  near-by  hut. 

"The  old  man's  eyes  glistened  —  doubtless  the 
piles  before  his  tepee  seemed  a  little  nearer  for  her 
pr(\scnce.  But,  as  it  chanced,  all  that  morning  the 
lean,  brown  chief  of  our  Sioux  had  been  making  the 
best  of  his  opportunity  with  Saas,  and  now  she  in- 
continently gave  her  father  her  back. 

'"But  the  warm  blankets,  O  Saas!'  he  gasped. 
'The  warm  blankets,  the  knives,  and  the  great 
packs  of  winter  beaver  that  stand  before  my  tepee! 
Wliat  of  these?' 

"But  as  these  were  matters  of  another's  house- 
keeping, Saas  remained  unmoved.  And  here  the 
Factor  stepped  in.  He  explained  that  we  of  the 
Company  were  peaceable  men  and  friends  of  the 
Swampy  Sioux.  All  that  we  asked  was  leave  to 
barter  peacefully  for  furs,  for  which  we  would  pay 
the  highest  price.  And  whereas  the  Nor'westers  of 
Devil's  Point  gave  but  one  fathom  of  tobacco  for 
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The    15 1.  a  c  k    F  a  c  t  o  k 


seven  white  winter  beaver,  we  would  give  two. 
Of  powder,  the  Sioux  should  receive  two  pounds  for 
five  beaver — good  powder,  measured  with  tlmtub 
without  the  brim.  And  that  Clear  Sky  might  los(! 
nothing  by  the  maiden,  out  of  the  Company's  store 
he  should  receive  tea,  tobacco,  and  blankets  that 
would  double  in  value  thosi;  of  Estahagan.  This 
ended  the  talk.  Clear  Sky  returned  to  his  pc()pl(! 
with  instructions  to  make  cause  with  the  Crees 
against  the  Obijay,  and  then  to  join  with  us  of 
Devil's  Drum  in  driving  out  the  Crees. 

"  And  by  the  time  the  sun  marked  high  noon  wo 
know  that  he  was  carrying  out  the  plan.  From  the 
watch-tower  by  the  gate  Eraser  watched  the  ebb 
and  flow  of  fight,  and  I,  standing  beneath,  heard 
him  growl : 

"'Go  it,  dogs!  Eat  one  another,  but  save  a  meal 
for  me.' 

"That  meal  he  got — a  full  one.  Towards  sun- 
down, just  before  the  Obijays  fletl  across  the  river, 
he  took  up  his  position.  And  when  the  Crees  re- 
turned they  were  caught  betwixt  him  and  the 
Swampy  Sioux.  Like  cornered  rats  they  fought. 
But  so  hard  were  they  stricken  that  out  of  a  hun- 
dred fighting  men  but  twenty  straggled  back  to 
.^misk,  north  of  fiftv-four. 


The   Probationer 

'"We  must  give  them  no  rest,  father!'  said  the 
Factor,  when  he  returned  at  moonrise.  So,  leaving 
six  men  with  me  to  Iceep  the  fort,  he  took  two  days' 
meat,  and,  while  Clear  Sky  drove  hard  on  the  trail 
of  the  broken  Obijay,  he  chased  th"  Crees  to  the 
heart  of  the  Pasquia  Hills. 

"After  he  was  gone,  I  remembered  the  girl- 
that  she  had  not  yet  eaten— and,  taking  a  lantern 
and  food,  I  entered  her  cabin.  She  rose  on  my 
entrance,  and  stood  with  heaving  bosom,  her  eyes 
saucerfuls  of  fear— a  fair,  frightened  picture  framed 
in  yellow  light.  She  was  pale,  too,  and  tear-stained. 
And  as  I  looked,  I  wondered— wondered  that  so  fair 
a  flower  should  spring  and  blossom  in  the  dirt  of  an 
Indian  camp. 

'"Tears,  my  child?'  I  began,  intending  ',0  cheer 
her.  'What  folly!  Surely  you  are  better  here, 
among  people  of  your  blood.  Besides,'  I  added, 
with  a  touch  of  archness, '  the  Factor  is  in  love,  and 
what  better  could  a  giil  wish  than  to  marry  with  a 
good,  strong  man?' 

"While  I  was  speaking  her  eyes  grew  dark  as 
midnight  pools.  'No,  no!'  she  whispered,  stretch- 
ing a  long,  white  arm  towards  me.  'No!  Already 
I  am  a  wife!' 

"As  the  word  left  her  lips,  the  fear  in  her  eyes 
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The   Black   Factor 


passed  to  mine,  and  I  trembled— for  her.  As  yet 
Fra-ser  had  proved  singuhirly  indifferent  to  tlie 
charms  of  womankind,  but  for  this  very  reason  I 
knew  that,  with  liis  love  once  cast,  ho  would  burst 
every  tie  that  held  him  from  his  desire.  Could  it 
be?  Was  the  woman  really  bound?  For  a  mo- 
ment the  doubt  shook  me;  then,  remembering 
whence  she  came,  I  chided  myself  and  answered: 

'"Nonsense,  daughter!  Some  pas.sing  fancy, 
mayhap.  Some  tie  of  the  kind  the  Church  knows 
naught  of.' 

'"Ah,  no,'  she  protested,  with  a  quick  intake  of 
the  breath.    '  I  am  wife  to  Rafo  do  Knyff.' 

"'Rafc  de  Knyff!'  I  echoed.     'Tlien  you  are — ' 

"'Virginie  La  Franco!' 

"It  hardly  required  her  as.sertion  to  assure  me 
of  her  truth,  for  Father  Umfreville — a  good  man, 
though  strangely  blinded  to  the  rights  of  our  Com- 
pany— had  married  them  at  Fort  William.  And 
now  I  remembered  that  when,  according  to  our  cus- 
tom, he  had  forwarded  a  copy  of  the  register,  I  had 
fancied  he  expatiated  somewhat  warmly  on  the 
beauty  of  the  bride. 

'"And  where  is  Rafe  de  Knyff?'  I  queried. 

'"Gone  to  Devil's  Point,  to  report  to  Le  Brun, 
the  Factor,'  she  answered.    Then,  folding  lier  hands, 

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'I'  II  R     ]'  Rd  II  A  T  1  ON  K  It 


slio  broko  out  in  uncontrollablo  sorrow:  'To-mor- 
row lio  will  bo  back  mid  find  mo  gone!  Oh,  what 
>:hall  I  <lo?    What  shaU  I  do?' 

"  For  what  followed  I  have  boon  taken  to  task  by 
many,  soino  good  men,  Hoino  bad,  but  all  agreed 
that  it  >s  right  and  proper  to  harry  a  Nor'wester,  to 
drive  hi-n  from  the  land,  to  reive  him  of  his  cattle, 
or  to  carry  off  his  wife.  Yet,  looking  backwiird,  tlu; 
wisdom  of  later  years  approves  the  course?  I  took. 
Gently  touching  the  child's  hair,  I  sai ': 

'"Courage,  daughter!  No  harm  shall  come  to 
yvu  or  him.     I  my.self  will  meet  him.' 

"And  this  I  (lid,  finding  him  a  tall  fellow,  nearly 
the  height  of  Fraser,  but  lacking  his  bulk.  His 
countenance  was  frank,  yet  grave.  Ho  carried  the 
air  of  one  usod  to  command.  A  good  man,  too,  I 
judged  by  his  conversation,  though  holding  most 
heterodo.x  opinions  anent  our  rights.  Still,  he 
camo  with  me  most  amicably,  and  in  the  pitch  of 
night  I  got  him  into  the  fort  unseen. 

"Next  day  we  held  a  consultation.  'Will  I  join 
with  your  people?'  he  answered  to  my  suggestion 
that  herein  lay  the  settlement  of  the  difficulty. 
'No!  Nor  will  I  ever  acknowledge  their  authority 
to  trade  upon  these  lands!' 

"  Not  one  whit  would  he  swerve  from  this,  so  but 

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Tun    Black    K actor 


one  thing  remainod— to  lot  thorn  oscapo.    To  this 
end,  therefore,  I  secretly  provisioned  the  smaller 
of  our  two  canoes,  and  at  dusk  loosed  the  water- 
gate.    Night  fell  thick  as  ink,  and  after  the  evening 
meal  I  stepped  outside  and  found  all  (juict.    A 
single  ray  shone  from  the  men's  quarters,  stabbing 
the  blackness  like  a  sword  of  light.    Over  in  <hn 
forest  the  night  wind  mourned;  a  breeze  rippled  the 
lake  along  the  shore;  I  coulil  hear  the  river  hungrily 
licking  its  bank.    Opening  the  door  of  my  cabin, 
I  called  De  Knyff  and  whispered: 
"'Go  you  to  the  water!    I  will  bring  your  wifi?.' 
"Silent  as  a  shadow  he  .stole  away,  the  while  I 
held  my  breath,  listening.    Once  I  thought  a  stone 
rolled,  but  it  was  not  from  his  foot,  and  the  watch- 
man by  the  gate  gave  no  sound.   After  he  was  safely 
gone,  I  crept  back  to  his  wife.    She  was  ready. 
"'Come,  child,'  I  said;  'your  husband  waits.' 
"But  her  face  paled  with  sudden  horror,  she 
gasped  and  staggered  back,  all  trembling,  her  eyes 
staring  past  me.    Whirling  about,  I  came  face  to 
face  with  Fraser  in  the  door. 

"'Ye-es?'  he  said,  smiling  in  my  eyes.  'It  w.q.s 
well  that  I  pushed  on.'  He  spoke  like  one  explain- 
ing matters  to  himself.  'I  thought  to  play  a  trick 
on  the  guard,  but  this— this  goes  beyond  e.xpccta- 

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ill 


6  '    * 


TiiK   P no n ATioN En 

tion.  And  now,  M'siou  !c  I'drc,'  ho  growled,  flush- 
ing blackly  under  his  skin,  'wlicrc,  oh,  where  is  the 
happy  husband?' 

"He  was  angry,  but  his  eyes  wandered  keenly, 
searchingly,  from  nio  to  V'irginie,  and  from  her  to 
nie.  Outwardly  he  was  calm,  cool,  rigid,  but  it  was 
the  rigidity  of  the  lava  crust,  beneath  which  surges 
the  molten  rock.  And  as  I  stood  speechless,  think- 
ing what  I  shoukl  say,  I  came  to  know  how  quick 
is  the  wit  of  a  loving  woman.  Like  a  flash  she  an- 
swered : 

'"A  day's  sail  down  the  lake,  where  even  the 
Black  Factor  dare  not  seek  him !' 

"'So?'  he  queried,  quietly  enough,  but  in  a  tone 
that  red  !.>ncd  her  face  and  neck  with  the  scarlet 
flush  of  shame.  'So?'  For  what  seemed  a  long 
time  his  eyes  drank  of  her  glowing  beauty,  then  he 
turned  on  me  with  an  eloquent  shrug. 

" '  It  seems,  father,'  he  said,  '  that  your  services 
are  not  for  us,  and,  let  me  remind  you,  this  is  tlic 
hour  which  gootl  priests  spend  in  prayer.' 

"'My  son!'  I  entreated.     'My  son!' 

"But  he  laughed  once  more  in  my  face,  an  ugly 
laugh,  and  advanced  towards  me.  Now,  it  has 
pleased  the  Almighty  to  make  me  a  man  small  of 
body  and  meek  of  spirit,  yet  it  comforts  me  to  know 

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The   Black   Factor 

that  in  this  liour  of  trial  I  found  courage  to  perform 
my  office.  Stepping  fonvarl,  I  placed  imnds  on  iiis 
giant  cli  >t  and  thrust  hini  bark.  He  stiiggered  — 
not  fr  ,1  my  force,  but  from  its  .suddeiine.s.s.  His 
eyes  rcHected  tiie  Imea  of  hell.  His  knotty  fi.st  ro.se 
and  hovered,  tiien,  tjuickly  changing  iiis  intent,  lie 
lifted  me  like  a  fractious  child  and  dropped  me 
outside  the  door. 

"As  it  banged  to  I  could  have  wej)!,  wept  tears 
of  fire,  .ind  in  my  fierce  anger  I  forgot  the  hu.sl)and 
—forgot  him  till  the  sound  of  a  i)lea<liiig  voice 
brought  me  to.  Then  I  ran  and  plumped  into  his 
arms,  for  he  was  comin-  to  find  what  kept  us. 
"'Go!'  I  gasped,  choking. 
"There  was  no  need  for  more.  Ho  stiffened, 
every  muscle  tense,  and  shot  away.  The  door 
creaked,  a  panel  of  yellow  light  winked  at  the  black- 
ness—he was  inside.  I  tiptoed,  listening,  and  from 
the  thick  air  my  straining  ears  picked  a  dull  vibra- 
tion, a  heavy,  stifled  thudding.  It  endured,  per- 
haps, for  the  space  of  a  score  of  breaths,  for  the 
little  time  it  took  for  me  to  gain  the  door,  and  as  I 
laid  hand  to  the  bobbin  there  came  a  heavy  fall, 
and  then — silence. 

"I  pulled  and  entered.    The  Nor'wester  was  on 
his  knees.    A  heavy  bruise  crossed  his  forehead, 

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one  hand  pressed  his  side,  his  breath  came  in  painful 
gasps.  And  beside  hira  stood  Virginie  La  Franco, 
a  hatchet  in  her  hand.  At  her  feet,  vacant-oyetl, 
but  still  heavily  frowning,  lay  the  Factor.  Under 
his  head  a  black  patch  widened,  widened  ai-l  crept 
out— out  to  join  the  drop  that  fell  from  her  blade. 
Over  all  the  sickly  lantern  cast  its  yellow  flare. 

"'Father!'  she  whispered.    'Father!' 

"Stooping,  I  laid  my  hand  to  Fraser's  breast.  I 
felt  no  beat;  and  as  I  realized  that  this  man  of  mighty 
parts  was  stricken  in  his  sin,  anger  faded,  and 
from  its  ashes  welled  a  gush  of  pity.  But  there  was 
much  to  do.  Rising,  I  8teppe<l  out  and  peered 
aruund  the  corner.  All  was  still.  In  the  men's 
quarters  the  light  still  shone,  the  sentry  held  his 
lonely  watch.  It  seemed  that  the  thick  spruce  logs 
ha' I  kept  their  secret,  but,  to  make  sure,  I  sauntered 
across  the  yard  and  saluted  him  as  carelessly  as  I 
might. 

" '  Bezhou  !"  he  answered. 

"'You  hear  anything?'  I  asked. 

"'Cowene,'  he  grunted. 

"On  my  return,  the  Nor'westei  would  have  it 
that  I  should  go  with  them,  holding  that  if  the  Sioux 
but  dreamed  I'd  a  hand  in  the  killing  >)t'  the  Ft^ctor  no 
torture  would  suffice  them.    But  I  refused,  telling 

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him  that  I  would  hold  the  post  against  tho  eoming 
of  his  Kxcfllcncy  tho  Governor,  an<l,  though  \'lrginio 
joinwl  her  praycr.s  to  his,  I  would  not  be  persuaded. 
Yet  a.s  there  was  reason  in  the  argument,  I  got  their 
help  to  make  disposal  of  the  body.    It  would  lie  an 
easy  matter.    Outside  the  river  called,  culled  with 
gentle  but  insistent  voice;  it  would  clasp  him  loving- 
ly to  its  bosom  and  bear  him  out  to  the  deep  wa- 
ters where  a  man  may  rest  in  peace.    So  b',  Iwecn 
us  we  carried  him  to  the  brink,  and  as  the  icy 
flood  licked  him  off  our  hands,  De  Knyff  whis- 
pered : 
'"There  goes  a  man  both  strong  an'  br.ive!' 
'"May  God  rest  him!'  I  .answered.    While  th- 
murmuring  river,  the  mournful  wind,  and  the  sigh- 
ing forest  softly  breathed  his  requiem,  tho  Black 
Factor  pa.ssed  orward  to  tho  lake. 

"  But  time  was  passing  and  moonrise  drawing  on. 
Far  down  the  lake  a  milky  glow  already  touched  the 
sullen  waters.  The  doarl  was  gone  to  his  place,  and 
there  was  need  for  hurry  lest  others  follow.  So, 
getting  back  to  the  cabin,  we  "lean.wd  the  floor  of 
blood,  and  .set  things  in  such  order  that  it  would  ap- 
pear Virginie  had  escaped  by  the  window.  For  an 
hour  we  thus  labored,  then,  after  a  last  glance  round, 
I  closed  and  barred  the  door.  In  the  east  the  dark- 
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blue  sky  was  laced  with  silver,  the  moon  just  peeked 
above  the  forest. 

"'Hurry!'  whispered  De  Knyff,  and  with  the 
word  some  one  stumbled. 

"'Softly!' I  breathed. 

"  A  loud  laugh  answered,  and  I  paused,  consumed 
w.th  wonder  at  his  folly.  Again  the  laugh  rang 
out,  sharp,  clear,  like  that  of  a  mocking  devil.  The 
Nor'wester  was  close  by  my  side;  it  was  not  he. 
We  drew  together,  astonished,  waiting  in  horrible 
expectancy.  And  of  a  sudolen  a  blaze  of  powder 
flashed  and  set  fire  to  the  beacon  of  dried  grass  and 
reed  which  lay  by  the  landing  ready  for  occasion. 
Under  its  fiery  glance  the  dark  shore-waters  blushed 
blood-red,  a  myriad  yellow  tongues  danced  in  the 
ripple,  and  the  palisade,  canoes,  and  open  water- 
gate  stood  as  in  the  light  of  day.  And  there  in  the 
beacon's  glare,  surrounded  by  his  Sioux,  stood  the 
Factor. 

"From  his  hair  and  clothes  water  dripped.  He 
was  smiling,  but  the  smile  lacked  mirth,  and  when 
he  spoke  it  was  in  bitter  irony.  'A  well-considered 
plot,'  he  said,  'but  lacking  one  thing— the  villain 
yet  survives.' 

"Afterwards   I   found   that   when   the   woman 
struck,  the  axe  glanced,  inflicting  a  flesh  wound, 
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and  then  fell  flat  on  the  great  nerve  ganglion  at  the 
base  of  the  brain.  Thus,  completely  paralyzed,  with 
respiration  suspended  and  heart  action  enfeebled 
to  the  point  of  stopping,  Fraser  had  lain  until  the 
icy  flood  shocked  him  back  to  life. 

"'So,'  he  continued,  'it  was  to  bo  a  merry  trip 
across  the  lake  while  the  Black  Factor  slept  soundly 
to  the  music  of  the  paddles?' 

"We  made  no  answer.  The  Nor' wester  stood 
sullen  and  defiant,  his  arm  about  his  wife;  she  leaned 
forward  like  one  fascinated,  silent,  breathlo.s.s,  her 
red  lips  slightly  parted.  As  for  myself,  I  wiw  sorely 
puzzled,  for  I  saw  something  strange  in  Fraser's  face 
— a  dawning  resoh'e. 

" '  You  would  journey  down  the  lake  ?'  he  persisted 
'Then— you  shall!' 

"At  a  wave  of  his  hand,  the  Siou.x  guard  swept 
the  Nor'wester  from  his  feet  and  lifted  him  on 
high.  Virginio  screamed.  She  tliought  they  were 
about  to  cast  him  in  the  lake,  and  so,  for  the  mo- 
ment, did  I.  But  before  I  could  open  my  mouth, 
Fraser  pointed  to  the  canoe  and  ordered  sharply  : 

'"Set  him  in!'  Then,  turning  to  the  wife,  the 
Factor  added,  is  tones  that  were  strangely  com- 
pounded of  tenderness  and  anger :  'You  also!  And 
now,'  he  finished,  when  she  was  safely  in,  'go!' 

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"Though  astonished  beyond  measure,  De  Knyff 
spent  no  time  in  staring.  At  the  word  his  paddle 
cut  the  water,  and  down  the  trail  of  fire,  with  ever- 
quickening  speed,  the  canoe  sped  to  the  water-gate. 
When  it  had  covered  half  the  distance,  a  change 
flashed  m  the  Factor's  fac-.  His  hand  gripped  the 
prow  of  the  second  canoe,  and  he  stood,  hesitant,  as 
though  minded  to  follow.  I  saw  the  knuckles  of 
his  great  hand  gleam  white  through  the  skin,  a 
shiver  shook  his  frame,  and  then— he  raised  a  sudden 
foot  and  stove  in  the  birch-bark  bottom. 

"The  Nor'wester's  back  was  on  us,  but  Virginie 
saw  the  play.  As  the  canoe  floated  through  the 
water-gate,  just  before  the  darkness  quenched  the 
star-fire  of  her  eyes,  they  rested— as  I  live,  they 
rested  on  Fraser  with  an  expression  of  regret.  And 
he  read  their  message. 

" '  By  the  mass!'  he  said,  laying  a  kind  hand  upon 

my  shoulder.    'It  is  well,  father,  we  have  not  a 

third  canoe.' " 


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YES,  he  was  a  hard  man,  an'  stout— this  Com- 
missioner," continued  Red  Brischaux,  with 
some  irritation.  "  But  what  should  a  fat  Easterling 
know  of  stout  men?"  He  viciously  poked  our  camp- 
fire,  and  sent  the  red  sparks  flying  up  to  the  black 
sky.  He  had  just  finished  a  yarn  of  old  Commission- 
er M'Garry,  and  took  this  method  of  signifying  his 
displeasure  with  my  lack  of  reverence  for  the 
power  that  rules  the  North. 

"He  seems,"  I  answered,  soothingly,  "to  have 
been  a  great  man,  BrLschaux."  I  should  not  have 
thus  lightly  passed  over  the  reflection  on  my  birth 
and  girth  had  it  not  lacked  four  hours  of  mi.inight 
and  a  hundred  thousand  wolve.'^  been  howling  round 
our  camp.  A  dozen,  says  Red  Brischaux;  but  this 
one  might  expect  from  a  man  so  utterly  devoid  of 
imagination.  They  made  noise  enough  for  a  million. 
You  see,  we  had  just  stricken  a  great  kill.    From 

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the  crotch  of  a  black  poplar  swung  the  carcass  of  a 
luoose,  and  the  blood  hung  heavy  on  the  air. 

"Yes,"  I  agreed,  by  way  of  provoking  him  to 
another  story,  "  he  was,  as  you  say,  a  great  man,  and 
always  carried  his  point." 

"  One  man  there  was—"  he  began,  hesitatingly. 

"That  defied  him?    No!"  said  I,  warmly. 

"Though  in  the  end  the  Commissioner  had  his 
way,"  he  went  on.    "Thus  it  was." 

Snuggling  in  ray  blankets,  I  watched  the  sparks 
fly  upward  and  smoked  a  pipe  while  Red  Brischaux 
sang  his  Iliad  of  the  Snows.  Just  as  he  gave  it  by 
the  fJickering  camp-fire  it  is  here  set  down;  but  as 
Red  Brischaux  is  warm  of  blood— as  evidenced  by 
his  remarks  anent  my  girth  — and  loves  strong 
language,  I  have  thought  better  to  translate  in 
politer  speech. 

If  Roche  Bnile,  Factor  of  A  la  Come,  had  wished 
to  select  the  most  exasperating  season  to  hurl  de- 
fiance at  the  Commissioner,  he  could  not  have  chosen 
better.  A  February  thaw  had  smashed  the  winter 
trails,  Assiniboine  had  burst  her  icy  bonds,  and  five 
hundred  packs  of  fur  that  ought  to  have  gone  down- 
stream with  the  flood  waters  were  dumped  on  a 
hundred  trails.    The  Commissioner,  a  dour  man 

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at  the  best  of  times,  was  become  aa  toucliy  as  a 
wounded  grizzly;  and  paciiers,  clerivs,  and  full- 
fledged  factors  of  the  Company  stepped  lightly 
round  the  great  log  store  wherein  he  sat. 
^  A  month  before,  Donald  Fraser  had  trailed  to 
A  la  Corne  to  freight  down  the  season's  catch.  With 
him  he  carried  news  of  the  approaching  marriage  of 
Jeanne  Dumont,  a  wani  of  the  Commissioner.  Now, 
as  the  luck  would  have  it,  for  many  a  long  year 
Brule  had  kept  this  girl  in  mind.  He  had  seen  her 
blossom  from  a  long  slip  of  a  girl  into  a  strong 
and  healthy  woman.  As  the  gardener  watches 
the  bloom  gathering  on  his  choicest  peach,  so  he  had 
pleasured  in  her  ripening;  and  now  the  fruit  was 
ready,  and  an  alien  hand  reached  to  pluck  it.  She 
was  to  marry  Paul  xM'Garry,  a  beefy  Scotchman, 
nephew  to  the  Commissioner— a  man  he  sore  dis- 
liked. 

Brule  listened  quietly  to  the  Scotchman's  tattle, 
answering  nothing  to  his  jocular  comment;  then, 
when  he  had  all  the  news,  he  took  his  gun  and  got 
from  the  fort,  to  think  it  out  alone.  All  that  day 
they  heard  his  rifle  talking.  Fox,  rabbit,  prairie- 
chicken,  coyote— anything  that  ran  on  legs  or  flew 
with  wings  he  shot,  and  left  lying  in  the  snow.  He 
was  in  the  mood  that  hurls  the  she-bear  at  the 

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slayer  of  her  young,  but  by  sundown  his  pp^sion 
calmed.  He  returned  to  the  fort  (luiet  and  ap- 
parently resigned.  But  the  following  day  he  hur- 
ried south  with  a  couple  of  his  men;  and  a  week 
after,  in  the  thick  of  night,  he  snatched  the  girl 
from  the  Big  Grass  Post. 

Now,  Paul  M'Garry  was  not  lacking  in  physical 
courage,  but  Brule  had  got  a  good  night's  start,  and 
he  was  an  ill  man  to  beard  in  his  own  den.  Paul 
flew  to  the  Commissioner  with  the  tale  of  his  wrongs. 
But  when,  ten  days  therefrom,  a  special  courier  rode 
into  A  la  Corne  and  demanded  the  girl  of  his  hands, 
Brule  laughed  in  his  face. 

"My  compliments  to  m'sieu  the  Commissioner," 
he  said,  stretching  his  great  body  to  his  full  height, 
"  an'  tell  him  if  he  wants  Jeanne  Dumont  to  come 
and  get  her."  Then  he  strode  off  across  the  yard, 
a  towering  figure,  to  make  his  visit  to  the  pris- 
oner. 

She  rose  on  his  entrance.  She  had  been  crying, 
but  at  sight  of  him  her  eyes  snapped.  A  bewilder- 
ingly  small  foot,  daintily  moccasinod,  impatiently 
tapped  the  ground,  and  the  hot  blood  flushed  her 
cheeks. 

"Still  inconsolable?"  he  queried,  with  a  lift  of  the 
brows.     "An'    tears?    This    is    foolish.     But    see, 
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the  su,sp(<nse  will  soon  he  over.  I  have  sent  for  a 
priest." 

"Brute!"  She  nared  up  in  su.lden  wratii,  tlien, 
conseious  of  tlic  smile  in  his  eyes,  dropped  li(>r  own. 
It  was  \-ery  annoying.  He-  wa.s  positively  admiring 
her  passion.  "Oh,"  she  groaned,  in  hniiatient 
anger,  "wait  till  the  CominLssionor  lay.s  hands  on 
you!    He  will  hang  you  in  the  gates  of  A  la  Come." 

"Ye-es?"  he  queried,  cheerfully.  "But  this  will 
be  long  years  after  we  marry,  petite.  None  too  big 
a  price  for  so  much  bliss." 

"I  will  never  marry — you!" 

"No?"  The  smile  still  hung  about  the  corners  of 
his  mouth,  but  it  seemed  rather  to  pdd  to  the 
sudden  sternness  of  his  face.  He  steppe<l  forward 
and  bent  to  the  level  of  her  eyes.  "  Well,"  he  said, 
slowly,  "in  this  you— please  yourself.  But  most 
women  prefer — the — sacrament." 

A  quick  challenge  passed  fro.n  eye  to  eye.  A 
hasty  answer  trembleil  on  her  lips,  but  there  it  froze, 
for  in  his  glance  she  read  iron  fixity  of  purpose. 
For  a  dozen  breaths  she  endured  his  gaze,  defiantly 
answering  back;  then,  suddenly  realizing  her  weak- 
ness, broke.  In  her  throat  rose  choking  sobs,  her 
bosom  heaved,  she  sank  by  the  table  anil  burst  into 
a  rain  of  tears.    Brule  looked  down  on  her,  and  his 

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glance  soflent'd.  His  haml  lightly  swept  lior  hair, 
but  without  another  word  ho  stoppi'il  outside  and 
quietly  closed  the  door. 

Long  after  he  was  gone  Jeanne  sobbed  like  a 
grieved  child,  y(^t  in  the  flood- tide  of  her  grief  she 
was  dimly  conscious  of  the  peculiar  nature  of  her 
feelings.  Light  as  had  been  the  touch  of  his  hand, 
she  sensed  it.  She  felt  like  a  child  that  has  first 
been  scolded,  then  caressed;  and  she  was  angry  be- 
cause she  felt  so. 

"I  hate  him!"  she  exclaimed,  springing  up  and 
walking  to  and  fro.    "Yes,  I  hate  him!" 

She  stamped  her  foot,  t'lcn  blushed  to  find  herself 
emphasizing  such  an  obvious  fact.  She  hated 
Brule — she  was  sure  of  that.  But  deep  down  where 
the  springs  of  consciousness  have  their  being  a 
secret  doubt  was  shaking  her  faith  in  her  love  for 
Paul.  Bit  by  bit  the  history  of  her  passion  pieced 
itself  together,  and  the  more  she  thought,  the  more 
obtrusive  became  the  unwelcome  feeling. 


When  the  courier  landed  in  Portage  la  Prairie  with 
Brule's  answer,  the  Commissioner  was  like  to  have 
a  fit.  By  gathering  together  Red  River  carts, 
wagons,  buckboards,  and  everything  that  ran  on 
wheels,  the  furs  had  been  gotten  to  the  water;  but 

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his  succi'sn  sct'iiicil  nitlicr  to  li!iv<'  incii'iuscd  than 
iliminishcil  tlic  ("oimuissioiu'i'.s  iir.  IlLs  nephew 
Paul,  a  tall  fellow,  slioiin,  l)oiiy,  ami  of  a  Momewiiat 
sulky  counti'iiaiice,  w;is  clo.seled  with  liim  when  ttie 
courier  arrived. 

"What?"  roared  the  (bniinissioncr  "Jle  re- 
fusi's  to  give  lier  up'.'" 

"If  m'sieu  please:,"  replied  the  l)re<'d,  politely, 

"You're  a  fool!"  bellowed  th<;  Cominiiisiuiier. 

The  man  shrugged  his  shoulders.  "Is  one  re- 
sponsible for  the  errors  of  one's  parents?"  he  re- 
torted. 

"Why  didn't  you  take  l;er  from  him?"  snapped 
Paul. 

"Ah,  yes,  why?"  The  courier  slightly  rai.sed 
his  brows.  "Does  ni'.sieu  the  nephew  of  the  Com- 
missioner ai?k  this?" 

There  was  no  mistaking  the  implication.  Paul 
flushed  with  anger  and  strode  forward  with  raised 
fist.     "None  of  your  insolence!"  he  .shouted. 

A  black  .shade  crept  over  the  breed's  dark  face. 
His  hand  slipped  to  his  knife,  and  he  crouched  witli 
the  quick,  nervous  movement  of  a  cat.  Paul 
stopped.  "If  m'sieu  will  have  the  reason,"  the 
man  purr  '.  "perhaps  it  was  because  one  would 
rather  see  Al'm'selle  Jeaime  wedded  to  a — man!" 

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"Shut  up,  Paul!"  testily  ititcrruplod  the  Com- 
miMsioiicr.  "WIml  ilo  you  luoun,  DupiO?  Drop 
tliut  kiiifi'!" 

rnwillingly  the  man's  Imnci  fell.  "Tliorc  are 
sonic  tilings,  "  lio  muttered,  "that  one  would  not 
take  from  the  Commissioner,  much  less  this  -"  His 
voice  died  to  a  whisper,  but  Paul  caught  the  word 
and  turned  uncomfortably  to  the  window. 

The  Commissioner  bowed  his  shaggy  head  and 
thrummed  on  the  ilosk.  '"Come  anil  get  her  my- 
self '  ?'  lie  mu'od.  "  Daughter  of  my  old  friend,  too. 
By  thunder,"  ho  roared,  suddenly  banging  the  desk, 
"I'll  smoke  this  wolf  from  his  hole  and  hang  him 
high  a.s  Haman!" 

"An'  this  will  be  a  pretty  hanging,"  mihlly  sug- 
gested the  courier.  "  But  one  would  advise  hurry, 
lest  the  girl  be  left  a  widow." 


Forty  miles  to  the  west  of  A  la  Come,  in  the  heart 
of  tlie  Ragged  Lands,  stands  a  ruined  cabin.  It 
is  no  longer  habitnble,  for  none  but  desperate  mi^n 
would  care  to  dwell  there;  but  in  the  days  when  the 
Commissioner  was  trailing  northward  it  slieltered 
Jeanne  Dumont.  At  its  best,  it  was  but  a  rude 
hut  of  unhewn  spruce  logs,  plasteretl  with  mud  and 
roofed  with  poplar  poles,  sod,  and  clay;  but  when 

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Joanne  kept  it,  Brule  lined  thr  walls  with  warm 
blanket-s,  hi  Ics,  and  the  choicest  oi  hi.s  furs. 

In  the  last  days  of  March,  when  the  Commissioner 
was  still  a  (lay  to  the  south  of  A  la  Come,  he  brought 
her  to  this  cabin.  Next  .lay,  and  still  the  iwxl  a 
blizzard  swej.t  over  the  land:  but  on  the  rnorninK 
of  the  third  day  the  sun  shon.'  suddenly  out,  the 
wmd  veered  to  the  south,  and  the  new-fallen  snow 
vanished  tiuickcr  than  it  came. 

Brule  threw  wi<lo  the  door.  "The  morning  is 
fine,  m'm'solle,"  he  sai.l,  "and  hero  you  may  have 
more  liberty.  You  are  free  to  come  and  ro,  but 
I  would  advise  care.  Hemembcr,  these  are  the 
Rajtged  Lands." 

He  was  perfectly  safe  in  allortiiig  Jut  this  free- 
dom. All  about  stretched  a  wilderness  of  crag  and 
lake  and  slough.  Quaking  nmskegs  and  treacher- 
ous moras.ses  clutched  at  ignorant  feet,  bleak  sand- 
lulls  upreared  among  gaping  earth-crack.s  that  of- 
fered a  speedy  pa.s.snge  to  the  bowels  of  Eld,  and 
wild  beasts  wandered  among  sudden  pits  which 
peppered  the  .scant  prairie.  Then,  too,  evil  .spirits 
—the  souls  of  hapless  wanderers— were  said  to  flit 
through  the  wastes;  and  .somewhere  in  the  desolate 
environs  gaped  a  great  hole  which  sucked  all  that 
came  within  its  radius  down,  down,  to  lakes  of 

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everlasting  firo.  A  tiniiil  girl  was  not  likely  to 
wander  far. 

After  that  first  clash  of  wills  Brule  treated  her 
with  kindness  and  respect.  His  passion  was  strong, 
to  be  sure,  but  a  man's  strength  held  it  in.  He 
wanted  no  light  love— such  were  plenty  in  the  forest 
—but  a  wife,  a  i)roper  mother  for  his  children. 
He  never  intruded  on  her  jirivacy.  AVhen  darkness 
fell  he  pitched  a  fly  of  bull's  hide  against  the  wall 
and  lay  athwart  the  door.  Often,  waking  in  the 
pitch  of  night,  she  heard  his  heavy  breathing;  and 
once  she  stole  across  the  floor  and  looked  curiously 
on  the  great  figure  lying  so  still  tti  the  red  fire's 
glow. 

But  with  all  this  deference  ho  was  deaf  to  all 
appeals  to  take  her  home.  Sighs,  prayers,  coaxings, 
failed  to  touch  him:  and  when  from  a  burst  of 
passion  she  passed  to  a  flood  of  tears,  he  looked 
on  quiet  and  unmoved.  This  she  quickly  realized, 
and  his  iron  finnness  wore  down  her  spirit.  She 
became  quieter  and  ceased  to  complain.  Some- 
times of  nights,  when  the  fire  blazed  before  the  door, 
he  sang,  and  she  discovered  that  his  voice  was  full 
and  sweet.  Soon  insupportable  loneliness  drove  her 
to  seek  his  companionship,  and  he  would  relax  of  his 
sternness  and  tell  her  many  a  tale  of  flood  and  fire, 

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S  N  O  W  S 


of  wild  beasts  and  \vii.ki-  (uti.  Once  ho  iiarratoil  a 
weinl  tale  of  the  Ruggeil  i.:u;,ls,  but  this  frigiitened 
her  and  he  told  her  no  more. 

One  evening  she  sat,  cheek  on  hand,  lost  in 
thought.    The  April  days  were  come  and  the  snow 
gone,  but  a  touch  of  frost  crisped  tlie  air,  so  he  had 
wrapped  her  about  with  his  mooseskin  coat.      Out 
in  the  sloughs  the  frogs  chattered  freely,  a  fo.x 
barked  on  the  prairie,  an  owl  hooted  in  the  timber. 
He  noticed  that  she  was  pale,  anil  that  the  hand 
which  held  her  head  had  lost  its  pkunpness. 
"You  are  thinking,"  he  (jueried,  "of—" 
"My  mother,"  she  (juietly  replied.    Two  weeks 
before  she  would  have  answered  "Paul,"  but  now 
only  on  occasion  would  the  old  perversity  flash 
forth.     She  hail  come  fully  to  understand  her  feeling 
for  the  Conmiissioner's  nephew.     She  v/as,  when 
ho  succeeded  her  dead  father  as  Factor  of  Big  Gra.ss 
Post,  of  a  marriageable  age  and  fancy  free.     His 
admiration  touched  her  vanity  and  ambition,  of 
which  she  had  a  pretty  woman's  share.     Some  day 
he  might  step  into  his  uncle's  shoes.    Then  what 
could  be  more  natural  than  her  mother's  wish  to 
see  her  safely  settled?    So  vanity,  ambition,  and 
interest   had    all    helped    to    produce    the    feeling 
Jeanne   mistook   for   love.     But   the   rude   shock 


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which  stirred  her  nature  in  its  elemental  depths  had 
shown  lier  the  true  nature  of  her  liking. 

When  she  answered  thus,  a  strange  looli  crept 
into  Brule's  face.  He  stealthily  regarded  her.  He 
opened  his  mouth  as  though  to  speak,  then,  quickly 
changing  his  mind,  held  his  peace.  More  than 
once  that  evening  he  seemed  on  the  point  of  com- 
nmnicating  some  grave  matter,  but  when  she  re- 
tired that  which  held  his  mind  was  still  unsaid. 

Late  that  night  she  roused  suddenly  from  sleep. 
The  iloor  shook  beneath  his  heavy  knock,  and  his 
voice  called  on  the  outsidi'.  "Yes,"  she  answereil, 
sitting  up. 

"Rise!"  he  called.     "Quickly!" 

While  she  was  dressing  .she  heard  the  murmur  of 
voices;  but  when  she  stepped  out  the  midnight 
visitor  was  gone,  and  the  thud  of  hoofs  sounded 
faintly  in  the  distance.  Brule  stood  by  the  fire; 
his  pony  was  hitched  to  a  Red  River  cart.  All  was 
dark,  no  moon,  and  a  haze  hid  the  stars,  but  the 
glowing  embers  cast  a  rctl  light  on  his  face. 

"What  is  it?"  she  asked. 

"The  Commissioner,"  he  replied,  coldly,  "left 
A  la  Corne  at  sunset.  He  had  with  him  a  new  rope 
and  a  score  of  men.    Come!" 

Then  began  a  long  series  of  marches  and  coun- 

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An    Iliad   of   the   8x0  w  s 

termarch(..s,  tvvistings,  doublings,  turnings.  Likn 
a  bliick  vvill-o'-th(.-vvi.sp,  Brule  flitted  through  the 
Rn?god  Lands.  To  find  a  man  in  that  earth  chaos 
IS  ((luiyalciit  to  catching  an  eel  in  a  lake  of  mud, 
and  this  the  Commissioner  soon  found.  Once  ho 
got  stalled  among  the  pits;  then  again,  but  for 
Brule's  warning  shout,  the  Commissioner's  trail 
V'ould  have  come  to  an  end  in  the  depths  ol  a 
black  mora.ss.  It  was  very  irritating.  There  on 
the  other  side  of  the  swamp  stood  the  man  they 
sought,  giving  them  ea.sy  counsel;  but  it  took  a  day 
and  a  half  to  gain  the  place. 

"Blood  of  f.e  devil!"  swore  the  Commissioner. 
"I'll  follow  liii,i  r  ,v.  to  the  bottom  hole  of  hell!" 
Yet,  despite  his  ^mh,  he  began  to  tire  of  the  cha.se 
Besides  the  trials  of  the  trail,  things  were  not  run- 
nmg  smoothly  in  his  camp.  Paul's  bullying  temper 
kept  his  own  men  raw -edged  and  savage;  their 
woodland  superstitions  added  to  the  trouble;  but, 
what  was  more  aggravating,  the  men  of  A  la  Corn(' 
secretly  supplietl  Brule  with  information  and  pro- 
vision. So  the  endless  chase  went  on,  while  tlu' 
Aiiril  days  drew  close  to  May. 

When  the  Commissioner  began  to  scrape  acquaint- 
ance with  the  Ragged  Lands,  Brule  cut  over  to  the 
I'asquia  Hills,  anil  there  was  nearly  caught.  Tliink- 
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T  H  K     P  II  O  li  .V  T  I  CI  N  K  U 

ing  himself  at  least  a  day's  trail  ahea<l,  he  had 
camped  on  the  edge  of  a  forest  slough:  but  the  Com- 
missioner had  news  of  him  from  a  wandering  Crce, 
and  pressed  on  by  the  light  of  the  moon. 

At  midnight  Brule  awoke  to  find  them  close  upon 
him — just  a  strip  of  bush  lay  between.  A  neigh 
from  his  pony,  a  cry  from  Jeanne,  and  he  was  done. 
A  slash  of  his  knife  silenced  the  beast  forever;  then 
he  raised  the  fly  that  covered  Jeanne.  A  shaft  ot 
moonlight  fell  athwart  lier  face,  heightening  its 
pallor.  He  thought  she  stirred  when  the  pony 
fell,  but  her  eyes  were  closed,  and  her  bosom  heaved 
with  the  slow  sleep-rhythm.  He  stood  over  her, 
knife  in  hand.  A  blood  drop  slipped  from  the 
point  and  splashed  her  face.  She  started,  the  eye- 
lids contracted,  but  she  slept  on. 

"Hurry,  men!  Hurry!"  The  Commissioner  was 
speaking,  and  the  grumbling  tones  of  his  nephew 
answered  back.  Brule's  face  grew  black;  he  held 
his  breath;  his  hand  grip])ed  the  knife  till  the 
knuckles  shone.  He  glanced  down.  She  still  slept. 
Until  the  creak  of  saddles  and  the  thud  of  hoofs 
died  he  let  her  lie;  then  they  started  on  the  back 
trail — back  to  ihe  Ragged  Lands. 

That  long  and  weary  march  sapped  the  life  of 
Jeanne.    Day  by  day  her  pallor  increased ;  she  was 

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getting  thin,  frail,  and  Brule  began  to  bo  afraid. 
One  nigiit  lie  watched  her  closely  as,  according  to 
her  wont,  she  read  the  glowing  embers.  It  seemed 
he  could  read  along  with  her. 

"This  has  been  a  long  trail,"  he  said. 

She  returned  a  listless  "Yes." 

"You  wish  to  .see  him— this  Scotchman?" 

She  wearily  answered  that  she  wa.s  tired  and 
would  like  to  see  her  mother.  lie  watched  her 
closely.  The  thought  of  home  had  brought  tears 
to  her  eyes,  and  the  big  drops  rolled  slowly 
down  her  cheeks.  He  turned  away,  ro.se,  and 
paced  uneasily  to  and  fro.  At  last  he  returned 
to  the  fire  and  placed  his  hand  gently  on  her 
head. 

"Enough,"  he  said,  gently.  "To-morrow  m;  go 
to  the  Commissioner." 

"But  you,"  she  e.wlaimed.  in  sudden  fear,  "he 
will  surely  hang,  according  to  his  word." 

"  Yes,"  he  assented ;  "  but  was  not  this  to  be  ?  A 
short  shrift  and  a  long  rope?  Well!  Better  that 
than  to  se(!  you  wedded  to — " 

"Alive  or  dead,  never!"  she  interrupted,  ((uiekly. 

"Then,"  ho  returned,  "this  trail  has  brought  forth 
good  fruit.  Sleep  now,  for  (o-morrow  we  have  a 
long  journey." 


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The   Probationer 


May-day  had  come,  with  its  wealth  of  grecnory, 
and  for  a  week  the  Commissionpr  had  heard  nothing 
of  Brule.  He  was  wearied  of  the  chase.  To  be  sure, 
the  man  might  be  close  at  hand;  but  then,  also,  he 
might  be  trailing  north  towards  the  Arctic  Circle. 
This  was  not  all.  Urgent  advices  called  him  south. 
For  six  weeks  the  business  of  the  Company  had  been 
neglected,  and  no  longer  could  it  get  along  without 
its  head.  So,  swearing  a  great  oath  to  keep  his  rope 
in  pickle  for  a  better  season,  the  Commissioner  gave 
orders  to  break  camp. 

The  morning  after  this  decision  he  awoke  cross 
as  a  balked  tiger.  He  was  not  used  to  being  success- 
fully defied.  He  loved  the  daughter  of  his  old 
comrade,  and  would  like  well  to  have  had  her  of  hih 
family;  and,  to  cap  all,  Paul  was  pestering  him  to 
try  another  dash.  As  he  paced  irritably  to  and  fro 
before  his  tent,  a  shadow  fell  acro.ss  his  path. 

"It's  no  use,  Paul!"  he  exclaimed,  without  look- 
ing up.  "  Might  as  well  hunt  a  coyote  in  a  howling 
blizzard.     Better  give  it  up." 

"Sometimes  the  wolf  walks  into  the  trap." 

The  Commissioner  glanced  up  in  quick  surprise. 
Brule  stood  before  him.  He  was  travel  -  stained, 
his  face  was  haggard,  his  eyes  sombre.  It  had  cost 
him  something  to  surrender  his  triumph,  and,  had 

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As   Iliad   of   the   Sxow's 

he  known  this  wus  the  moment  of  victory,  he  had 
never  done  it. 

"Are-you-mad?"  gasped  the  Commissioner. 
Brule  shruggetl  his  shoulders  and  replied,  dryly: 
"You  do  well  to  ask,  m'sieu.     A  month  ago  I 
should  have  answered  you  yes." 
"Where  is  Jeanne  Dumont?" 
"Here!"    At  tlie  wave  of  his  hand  the  girl  came 
running  from  the  bush. 

"By  the  mother  that  bore  me,"  roared  the  Com- 
missioner, fokling  her  in  liis  arms,  "as  you  have 
dealt  with  this  little  one,  so  will  I  deal  with  you!" 

"Then,"  she  wliispereil,  returning  his  hearty 
kiss,  "you  must  treat  this  — gentleman  well.  As 
such  he  treated  mc." 

"Paul!"  bellowed  the  old  man.  "Paul!" 
Paul  strode  from  his  tent:  then,  seeing  the  girl, 
broke  into  a  run.  "Jeanne!"  he  cried;  then  he 
spied  Prule.  Full  of  jealous  rage,  he  face.l  the 
breed.  But  only  for  a  moment.  Tall  as  Paul  was, 
Brule  looked  down  on  him  with  cold,  sardonic  face 
and  savage  eyes.  For  a  moment  he  stood  fiddling 
with  the  butt  of  his  knife,  then,  muttering,  turned 
away. 

" Here,  Paul!"  The  Commissioner  made  lo  hand 
the  girl  to  her  lover. 

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"No,  no!"  she  whispered,  clinging  to  him.  "Not 
yet!    Not  before  this  man!" 

"Tush!"  laughed  the  Commissioner.  "What 
modesty!    Take  her,  Paul." 

"  I  tell  you  no!"  she  cried,  stamping  her  foot  with 
the  old  fire.  "  I  never  loved  him,  and  now  I  know 
my  mind.  Go!"  she  cried,  in  sudden  wrath,  for  he 
was  sulkily  waiting  with  out-stretched  hantts. 

Paul  cast  an  evil  glance  upon  Brule.  His  brow 
wrinkled,  and  a  sneer  trembled  in  the  fat  about  his 
nose.  "So  that's  the  way  the  buck  jumps,  is  it?" 
ne  growled.  "Very  well,  my  lady.  There  are 
flowers  as  fair  for  the  picking,  and  some— fresher." 

As  the  last  word  left  his  lips,  Brule  struck  him 
to  the  ground.  "  Beast,"  he  growled,  spurning  him 
heavily;  "eat  your  words!" 

"Leave  him  to  me."  The  Commissioner  laid  a 
trembling  hand  on  Brule's  shoulder.  He  was  pale 
with  passion,  his  gray  mane  bristled,  his  eyes  were 
hot.  "Get  up!"  he  thundered.  "Now  go  to  your 
tent  and  pack.  To-morrow  you  break  trail  for 
Confidence.  There,  among  the  Eskimos,  you  may 
find  your  equals." 

Paul  well  knew  the  meaning  of  that  sentence- 
banishment  to  dreary  arctic  wastes,  to  herd  with 
men  that  were  lower  than  the  beasts.    He  glanced 


A.N    Iliad   ok   the   Snows 

appealingly  up,  but  the  old  man's  face  was  storn  and 
hard.     He  turned  and  with  hanging  head  slunii  off. 
"  And  now,"  spid  Brule,  "what  is  it  to  be?    Make 
an  end." 

The  Commissioner  withdrew  his  eyes  from  the 
receding  figure  of  his  sister's  son.  "  I  had  sworn  to 
hang  you,"  he  muttered,  "and  one  hates  to  break 
one's  word." 

"  But  you  also  .swore,"  pleaded  Jeanne,  "  that  you 
would  deal  by  him  as  he  dealt  by  me." 

"So  I  did;  so  I  did.  Well,"  he  mused,  "I  sup- 
pose the  Company  deserves  a  little  consideration, 
too.  It  cannot  well  afford  to  lose  the  best  man  in  its 
service.  You'd  better  go  back  to  A  la  Come.  Now 
off  with  you!" 

Bowing,  Brule  strode  to  where  his  horse  was  tied 
in  the  forest.  Just  as  he  reached  it,  there  came  a 
quick  patter  of  running  feet,  and  Jeanne  burst 
through  the  scrub. 

"You  forgot,"  .she  said,  holding  out  her  hand. 
"Good-bye!" 

"Good-bye,"  he  answered.  If  he  saw  the  hand 
he  did  not  heed  it.  She  blushed,  but  left  it  ex- 
tended. 

"I— I— wanted  to  tell  you  something,"  she  con- 
tinued. 

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"Yes?" 

He  was  making  it  hard,  but  she  was  not  to  be 
robbcil  of  this  last  chance.  Three  times  the  night 
before  she  had  ahnost  waited  him  to  tell  that  which 
was  on  her  mind. 

"The  night  they  pa&sed  in  the  forest,"  she  began, 
blushing  still  deeper,  "  I— I— I  was  awake." 

"  You  were  ?" 

"Yes.     You  will  come  and  see  me — some  day?" 

"  To  be  sure,"  he  replied,  gently,  "  if  you  wish  it." 

How  stup'  '  he  was  !  Slie  ii'most  ilespaired  of 
him,  but  ti;e  i  igain.  "And  if  you  are  of  the  same 
mind" — now  he  started — "bring  with  you  a — " 
She  got  no  further.  How  can  a  girl  talk  without 
breath? 

"  Jeanne !"  shouted  the  Commissioner.  He  hardly 
saw  the  necessity  of  leave-taking,  and  she  was  very 
long  about  it. 

"Coming!"  she  called.  "Yes  — there!  That's 
two!    Now  let  me  go!" 

"Com— mg!    Oh,  please!" 

She  tore  loose  and  ran  off,  panting  and  dishevelled. 
"  And  if  you  are  sti"  of  the  same  mind,'  she  repeated 
from  a  safe  distance,  "bring  with  you  a— priest!" 

Then  she  ran  hard. 


THE    DEVIL'S   MUSKEG 


SHOULD  it  pver  be  your  fortune  to  shoot  over 
the  country  that  lies  between  Wiutc  Man's 
Lake  and  the  Riding  Mountains,  keep  a  loon's  eye 
open  for  the  Devil's  Keg.  It  will  pay  you.  There 
is  little  to  distinguish  it  from  the  connuon  hay 
slough,  but  you  may  know  it  by  this-no  water 
gathers  in  the  centre.  Around  its  e.lges  giant 
reeds,  like  regiments  of  busbied  grenadiers,  raise 
thoT  brown  polls  on  high,  and  spiky  sedges  turn  a 
'-"ttiu^;  edge  to  grasping  hantls.  Its  surface  is  of 
fat  black  muck,  snowed  with  alkali,  apparently 
dry;  but  if  you  would  not  follow  Hamiota,  the  Croe, 
down  to  bottomless  dejiths  of  slime,  keep  your  feet 
from  its  treacherous  levels. 

Two  days  after  I  had  this  story  of  Pete  Brnus- 
seaux,  I  i  ■    •  ■  • 


him 


swerve  from  his  beaten  trail 


to  take  a  look  at  the  Devil's  Keg.    As  it  L. 

mile  to  the  eas;  of  his  string  of  traps,  Pete"  read'ilv 


lay  onr 


The   Probationer 


\¥ 


agreed.  Besides,  we  had  just  killed  a  red  fox;  its 
hot  entrails  dragged  from  the  toboggan  head,  and 
it  would  pay  well  to  trail  the  scent. 

Ten  minutes  afterwards  the  ponies  plunged 
through  the  encircling  wall  of  tangled  reed  and 
drift,  and  .swept  on  to  the  dead  level  of  the  muskeg. 
The  sun  shone  brightly  down.  A  foot  of  snow,  all 
glittering  and  spangled  with  frost  diamonds,  hid  the 
black  muck;  and  the  ten  feet  of  frozen  slime  which 
crusted  the  quaking  deeps  would  have  given  firm 
footing  to  a  running  manunoth. 

"See,  m'sieu!"  said  Pete,  pointing  to  a  poplar 
stump  that  projected  over  the  sedges.  "There  it 
was  the  Cree  went  down,  an'  Jean  le  Gros  so  nearly 
followed.  He  is  a  good  boy,  this  Jean.  Ma  foi, 
yes  I  But  too  fond  of  the  ladies  an'  they  of  him. 
Never  was  there  a  man  could  please  them  so!  An' 
because  of  this  he  nearly  die.  It  is  not  good  to  love 
too  much,  but  worse  to  love  too  many." 

The  year  before  the  Red  River  flood — the  point  in 
time  from  which  all  Pete's  stories  date — Towobat, 
headman  of  a  small  tribe  of  Crees,  pitched  his  tepee 
on  the  north  bank  of  White  Man's  Lake.  After  he 
had  decorated  the  adjacent  willows  with  strips  of 
white  rag — med'cine  for  devils — erected  the  tribal 
totem,  and  gone  through  all  the  other  minutiae  of 

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shaking  down,  he  loaded  his  big-wheeled  Red  River 
cart  with  his  latest  catch  of  skins,  and  creaked  off 
to  Pelly  Fort. 

There  he  got  gloriously  drunk;  and,  in  his  ecstasy, 
maundered  of  a  marriageable  daughter  of  surpassing 
beauty.  Her  eyes,  he  confidentially  whispered  to 
Pete  Brousseaux,  would  shame  the  full  moon,  her 
waist  was  slender  as  that  of  the  Factor's  daughter. 
She  was  round,  full-bosomed,  could  bake  bannocks 
that  were  not  as  blankets,  and  pack  a  hundred 
pounds  through  the  heavy  snow.  So  beautiful  was 
she  that  common  report  had  it  that  he,  Towobat, 
was  not  her  father,  but  that  she  was  sprung  from  a 
god  who  came  on  her  mother  sleeping  in  the  grass. 
All  of  which  perfections,  virtues,  and  accomplish- 
ments were  exchangeable  for  one  rifle,  two  horns  of 
powder,  and  three  bottles  of  strong  water. 

Unfortunately,  Pete  was  already  contracted  to  a 
woman  of  the  Fellies,  who  kept  a  sharp  hatchet 
against  the  coming  of  possible  rivals;  so,  finding  he 
would  not  trade,  Towobat  loaded  himself,  some 
bacon,  and  a  couple  of  hundreil  of  flour  into  his  cart 
and  creaked  off  to  White  Man's  Lake.  But  his  talk 
brought  results.  Within  a  week  Jean  le  Gros  stalked 
mto  the  Indian  camp  and  took  a  look  at  the  girl. 
She  was  certainly  pretty;  tall,  well  built,  graceful 

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—for  an  Indian— with  large  black  eyes.  In  her 
hair  nestled  the  white  feather,  the  maiden's  mark. 
Her  skin  was  almost  white.  Whatever  doubts 
might  be  cast  on  her  divine  ancestry,  Towobat  was 
certainly  right  in  disclaiming  parental  honors;  and 
a  musket  and  two  horns  of  powder  was  a  small 
enough  price. 

"Waugh!"  grunted  the  Cree,  when  Jean  proffered 
it.  "Him  dnmk,  heap  drunk,  at  Pelly!  Squaw 
strong,  big,  fat,  plenty  work!  At  Norway  House 
him  fetch  two  rifle,  four  horn  powder,  an'  sack 
flour." 

Now,  the  difference  between  Indian  drunk  and 
Indian  sober  hardly  justified  a  fluctuation  in  values 
of  two  hundred  and  fifty  per  cent.,  but  Towobat 
held  to  his  price.  For  nearly  an  hour  they  haggled. 
Then  a  hint  of  a  possible  journey  to  Devil's  Drum, 
where  squaws  were  short,  brought  Jean  to  time. 
The  bargain  was  closed.  Towobat  pouched  a  birch 
chU  to  the  Factor,  and  pounded  his  ragged  pony 
every  inch  of  the  trail  to  Pelly,  while  Jean  stole  off 
to  seek  his  bride. 

He  found  her  on  the  outskirts  of  the  camp.  She 
was  sitting  on  a  ridge  that  runs  out  into  White 
Man's  Lake.  Behind  her  the  brown  prairies  scorch- 
ed in  the  sun;  across  the  lake  loomed  the  green 

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mountains.  A  gentle  breeze  checkered  the  wat-r 
with  vivid  patches  of  crim.son,  brown,  and  yellow 
leaves.  She  rose  at  his  step,  and  stood,  looking 
sulkily  upon  him. 

"  Lau  is  now  my  woman,"  he  .said  in  Creo.  "  Let 
her  come  to  my  tepee."  She  made  no  answer,  but 
stood,  pouting  her  full  lips  that  were  red  as  the  wild 
cherry.  "Yes,"  he  added,  by  way  of  compliment 
and  to  tempt  her;  "it  is  said  that  Lau's  baimoek  is 
fit  for  the  Commissioner,  and  that  the  venison 
tenders  in  her  hands.  In  my  tepee  is  much  flour, 
also  bacon;  great  stores  of  sharp  knives,  and  red 
blankets  that  are  very  warm." 

She  made  no  answer.  Generally  the  Indian  girls 
were  overready  to  take  a 'white  husband,  and, 
though  puzzled,  he  put  out  his  hand  to  take  the 
white  feather  from  her  hair.  His  fingers  had  al- 
most closed  on  it  when,  with  a  laugh,  she  sprang 
from  beneath  his  hand.  Her  robe  dropped  from 
her  shoulders.  He  got  one  flashing  glimpse  of  a 
rounded  body  outlined  against  the  silvery  birch; 
then,  like  a  brown  arrow,  she  shot  through  the  air 
and  clove  the  sunlit  waters. 

Now,  the  summers  of  Jean's  youth  had  been 
mostly  spent  on  the  mighty  bosom  of  the  St. 
Lawrence,  and  though  a  man  may  forget  relatives, 

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friends,  enemies,  even  the  wife  of  his  bosom,  skill  in 
swimming  he  may  not  forget.    So,  when  the  girl  rose 
fifty  yards  from  the  shore,  she  found  Jean  speeding 
along  in  her  wake.    He  swam  heavily,  to  be  sm-e, 
and  puffed  like  a  grampus,  but  his  great  body  shore 
through  the  water.    And  the  girl,  too,  swam  well, 
with  a  long  overhand  stroke.    At  every  reach  her 
body  flashed  its  length  in  the  sunlight,  lay  for  an  in- 
stan.  ..-adled  in  foam,  then  sank  in  the  limpid  water. 
By  the  time  they  had  half  crossed  the  lake,  Jean's 
strength   began   to  tell.    Gradually   the   distance 
lessened  until  he  could  have  placed  a  hand  upon  her 
shoulder,  but  when  he  reached,  she  dived,  coming  up 
twenty  yards  to  the  right.    Again  he  caught  up,  to 
have  the  dive  repeat«(l;  and  again  and  again,  and 
still  again,  she  slipped  from  his  hand.    Yet  despite 
her  every  trick  and  turn  he  kept  so  close  that  when 
she  left  the  water  he  was  close  behind. 

Once  in  the  woods,  the  waving  branches  marked 
her  passing,  and  in  five  minutes  he  had  run  her 
down.  Hot,  gasping,  panting  like  a  chased  hare, 
but  still  defiant,  she  faced  him  in  a  woodland  dell. 
Jean  the  Big  looked  down  on  her  with  smiling  eyes. 
He  was  wet,  his  clothing  clung  to  his  body;  he 
looked  and  felt  like  some  huge  amphibian,  yet  he 
was  still  Jean  the  Good-Natured. 

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"The  Cree  maidens  rvvim  like  the  jacl 
run  Hke  the  red  deer,'-  he  laughed      "0^ 
but  fly  Hke  the  mallard,  they  might  escape  the 
marrymg  yoke."    He  reaehed  towards  the  feather 
but  she  drew  quickly  away  and  smote  his  hand' 

'"'''[«  J!^-"  '''  ''"''^'""''''  «°"'y-    "She  must 
needs  fight!" 

Seizing  her  by  the  shoulder,  he  pulled  her  '     anis 
him,  and  the  next  moment  was  lying  on  hi.  back. 
The  moment  he  pulled  she  had  pitched  forward 
tripping  at  the  same  time,  and  Jean  had  thrown 
himself.    It  was  a  wrestling  trick  of  his  own,  but 
who  would  have  expected  it  from  a  girl?    Angry 
and  ashamed,  he  sprang  up  and  seized  her     She 
struggled    fiercely,    but    her    obstinate    resistance 
simply   made    him    more    <letormined.     Grasping 
her  by  the  waist,  he  tore  her  loose  and  swung 
her  up  to  the   stretch   of   his   arms.    And  there 
he  held   her,  watching    the    fear   gather   in   her 
eyes. 

"Pouf!"  he  exclaimed,  suddenly  setting  her 
Jlown.  "There  is  nothing  to  fear,  little  one.  Jean 
le  Gros  wants  love  that  is  freely  given.  Let  Lau 
return  to  her  father's  tepee." 

As  he  turned  to  go  a  low  laugh  sounde,!  in  the 
dell,   and   a  gentle   hand   touched   his  shoulder 

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Slijiping  to  her  knees--,  Lau  slid  the  feather  from  her 
liair  and  laid  it  sliyly  in  his  palm. 

Ueing  thus  well  married  after  the  fashion  of  the 
Crees,  who  stole  the  rite  from  the  Bones,  who  took 
it  from  the  Mound-Buiklers,  who  inherited  it  from 
Father  Adam,  Jean  le  Gros  built  a  cabin  hard  by 
White  Man's  Lake  and  settled  down  to  family  life. 
I;au  was  now  a  ])erson  of  importances  in  her  tribe, 
and  bore  herself  accordingly.  Slie  walked,  nez 
retrouss^,  hj  the  bucks,  who  in  the  days  of  her 
virginity  hail  laid  fat  puppies  at  her  feet,  while  her 
tribcswomen  turned  a  greedy  ear  to  her  tale  of  bead 
and  skin,  blanket  anil  provision,  and  other  won- 
drous matters  of  her  housekeeping.  To  these,  her 
own  people,  she  was  cold  and  haughty,  as  became 
the  wife  of  a  nwoniah,  but  Jean  she  loved  with  the 
furious  passion  that  is  sometimes  disconcerting  to 
its  less  emotional  object. 

Yet  this  excess  of  love  had  its  advantages.  She 
sought  to  do  the  things  that  pleased  him  best.  His 
cabin  was  always  neat  and  clean,  his  bannock  sweet, 
his  meat  well  cooked  and  tender.  And  she  was 
greedy  to  learn.  One  day  Father  Francis  found  her 
squatting  in  his  kitchen  at  EUice  while  she  gravely 
noted  the  movements  of  Pierre  Recard,  the  mission 
cook.  And  ten  minutes  thereafter  a  tremendous 
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Thk   Devil's   Muskkg 

smash  brought  him  Hying  to  the  rcscu.^  of  the  .saino 
Pierre,  who  lay  amiil  the  ruins  of  liis  largest  jilattor, 
with  Lau  braiithsliing  a  cleaver  above  his  lipa.l. 
Then  there  was  great  inquisition.  For  three  days 
Pierre  did  penance  for  the  sin  of  his  eyes,  but  Lau 
had  to  go  elsewhere  for  lessons  in  cookery. 

But  .soon  winter  closed  in.    Ten  feet  of  .soliil  icn 
mailed  the  lake,  and  the  Devil's  Keg  gurgled  help- 
lessly beneath  its  winter  coat.    Sometimes  a  blizzard 
tore  over  the  lake,  threatening  to  twist  Jean's  cabin 
up  by  the  roots,  and  then  the  frost  would  come  out 
of  the  north;  the  mercury  wouKI  drop  to  seventy 
and  odd  below,  and  a  great  hush,  broken  only  by 
the  pistol-crack  of  freezing  trees,  brooded  over  the 
forest.    But  it  was  warm  within  the  cabin.    A  half 
cord  of  dry  poplar  crackled  in  the  wide  chimney, 
and  sent  a  stream  of  spark  and  flame  high  above  the 
roof-tree.    On  milder  days  Jean  cut  wood  and  visited 
his  traps. 

And  so  the  winter  pas.sed.  Th(!  sun  n-turned 
from  the  Southland  to  the  nuisic  of  luiming  waters. 
Day  by  day  his  arc  increased  acro.ss  the  sky;  but  it 
was  in  this,  the  eighth  month  of  her  married  life 
that  Lau'.s  sun  went  out.  With  the  first  spring 
days  came  orders  for  .Ipan  le  Gros  to  (rail  north  and 
run  the  season's  pack  from  Norway  Hou.se 


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The  evening  before  his  departure  they  were  at  the 
cabin  door,  looking  down  the  lake.  A  thunder- 
shower  had  just  blown  by.  The  air  was  cool  and 
sweet,  the  wind  moaned  in  the  poplar,  an.i  .shadows 
of  gray  clouds  leadened  the  white -capped  water. 
Jean  leaned  against  the  wall  smoking;  Lau  crouched 
at  his  feet. 

"We  have  been  happy."  She  spoke  in  dull, 
hopcleas  tones. 

"I  shall  return." 

"But  the  daughter  of  the  Factor  of  Norway 
House?"  she  went  on,  with  darkening  eyes.  "  She  is 
beautiful,  it  is  said.    I  hate  her!" 

"Am  I  not  married  to  thee,  Lau?" 

She  nodded.  "  Yes,  after  the  fashion  of  my  people, 
which  binds  not  the  men  of  the  Company.  Was  not 
the  Factor  of  Devil's  Drum  married  to  Saas,  daughter 
of  Clear  Sky,  the  Sioux?  She  bore  him  three  chil- 
dren, yet  did  he  afterwards  marry  a  soft  woman  of 
his  own  breed." 

"Bah!"  Big  Jean  stooped  and  lifted  her  to  his 
knee.  "I  am  not  Black  Jack,  but  Joan  le  Gros. 
There  is  none  like  my  Lau.  See  you,  little  one,  this 
is  an  order  of  the  Company.  I  go  to  Norway  House? 
Yes!    But  surely  will  I  return  to  thee." 

"Some  day!    I  know  it,"  she  returned,  thought- 

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fully.  "And  after  that  will  marry  with  ono  of  thy 
own  race.  But  it  i.s  meet,"  she  continued,  resigned- 
ly, "  that  wolf  mate  with  wolf.  But  the  little  she- 
fox  that  ran  with  the  wolf— what  of  her?  For  her 
folly  shall  she  be  torn  and  eaten.  Yet  I  have 
loved." 

Creeping  close,  she  ceased,  and  allowed  present 
joy  to  smother  the  prescience  of  coming  sorrow. 
For  hours  they  sat  thas;  but  when  at  last  the  copper 
moon  slipped  from  behind  a  storm-cloud,  they  rose 
and  closed  the  cabin  door. 

A  month  or  so  after  Jean  le  Gros  crosseil  the 
fifty-fourth  parallel  on  his  journey  northward,  the 
wander  lust  entered  into  Towobat  and  his  band,  and 
laid  them  by  the  heels.  They  made  great  prepara- 
tion for  a  moose  hunt,  northerly  to  the  Pasquia 
Hills.  Towobat  would  have  liked  well  to  take  Lau 
along.  Unmarried  trappers  were  plentiful  at  Fort 
i  la  Corne,  and  Towobat's  experience  did  not  lead 
him  to  expect  the  return  of  .lean  le  Gros.  There 
was  really  no  reason  why  she  should  not  take  an- 
other man.  But  when  he  entered  her  cabin  and 
gave  orders  to  pack,  she  turned  on  him,  hatchet  in 
hand.  Towobat  fled.  It  was  nip  and  tuck.  For 
twenty  yards  he  ran  a  smart  race  with  death,  and 
won-by  a  nose.    But  he  lost  an  ear.    As  he  shot 

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uirough  the  iloorway  her  liatcliot  wliistlcd  hy, 
shaving  the  ear  as  clean  as  a  surj,,-oir»  knife.  And 
while  the  hatchet  stuck  quivering  in  a  tree,  Towobat 
increased  his  lead,  thanking  his  gods  the  while  for 
the^  excess  of  rage  that  offset  his  daughter's  lack 
of  filial  piety. 

So  the  tribe  marched  without  her.  For  a  week 
the  smoke  of  burning  bush  by, day  and  the  red  sky 
glow  at  night  kept  her  posted  on  its  movements; 
then,  as  the  deer  scared  to  the  north,  the  sign  failed. 
Jean  had  left  her  well  supplied.  Of  flour  and  bacon 
she  had  enough  to  last  the  summer.  Jack-fish  she 
speared  in  the  shallows,  where  the  lake  overflow 
seeps  into  the  Devil's  Keg,  saskatoons  wore  to  be 
had  for  the  picking  on  the  prairie,  and  cranh  ries 
were  plentiful  in  the  bash. 

She  was  happy  after  a  fashion,  living,  \  jman- 
like,  in  her  dream  of  love,  though  the  practical 
savage  way  of  looking  naked  truth  in  the  face 
assured  her  of  its  ultimate  ending.  But  he  might 
come  back— for  a  little  longer.  Often  she  walked 
over  to  the  liog's-back  where  Jean  found  her,  and 
slipping,  e(  ke,  from  her  blanket,  gazed  on  the 
reflection  in  the  water.  A  dark  face  flushed  with 
red,  white  teeth,  misty  black  eyes,  these  she  saw 
dancing,  clflike.    With  the  rounded  body  she  had 


The   Dkvil's   Miskkh 

no  quarrel;  nor  with  the  masses  of  knoc-long  hair, 
save  perliaps  tlipy  wore  a  triHe  stniislit.  Hut  that 
(lark  skin!  Frowning,  siic  would  dtuili  licr  foot 
across  the  imago,  dissolving  it  in  a  thousi.:>d  ripples, 
then,  quickly  diving,  she  would  swim  over  the  old 
course,  plunge  into  the  woods,  and  lie  in  the  little 
dell. 

But  in  the  thiril  month  of  her  lonelineas  she 
rec(!ivcd  news  of  Jean,  and  it  came  in  this  wise. 
Returning  from  lH>r  fishing,  she  saw  at  a  hundred 
yards  her  cabin  door  standi.ig  wide.  Surely  Joan 
must  have  returned,  she  thought.  Eagerly  she  flew 
over  the  intervening  space,  but  halted  dead  on  the 
threshold.  On  the  mud  floor  a  blanket  wa.s  spreati, 
and  on  it  was  piled  her  store  of  beads  and  moccasins, 
knives,  cooking  utensils,  the  skins  from  her  bed,  and 
all  her  provisions.  Behind  the  heap,  calm,  im- 
passive, but  threatening,  stood  Hamiota,  the  Lame 
Wolf,  the  one  of  all  her  former  suitors  whom  she 
feared. 

"Waugh!"  he  growled.  "Iiau  has  been  long  at 
the  fishing.  Tie  up,  that  we  may  be  going."  He 
pointed  to  the  bundle. 

Laying  down  her  fish  and  spear,  she  steppetl 
forward,  sullen  but  obedient,  her  lashes  cast  down 
to  hide  her  eyes. 

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"I  havp  paid,"  he  continued,  pinching  his  fingers 
into  the  Hosh  of  lier  ann,  "a  great  price  in  skins  to 
the  old  fox,  Towobat.    Come!" 

She  sanic  ixjside  the  pile  di'ew  together  the  ends 
of  the  blani(et  and  kn.it'tcd  them,  then,  rising,  waited 
for  further  orders. 
"Marche!" 

She  hoisted  the  bundle  and  stepped  to  the  door, 
then  stopped  and  set  it  down.  "Stay,"  she  said, 
'there  is  the  money  of  the  Red  Bear — the  big 
dollars  of  silver  buried  in  the  earth  beneath  the 
bed." 

Tearing  the  bunk  to  one  side,  she  drove  the  fish- 
spear  into  the  ground  close  to  the  wall.  The  Cree 
stood  over,  watching  with  greedy  eyes.  Presently, 
when  the  ground  was  well  loosened,  she  began  to 
throw  out  the  dirt.  A  little  more  digging,  and  the 
spear  stuck  in  something  solid.  It  looked  like  a 
square  box.  She  stooped  down  and  tried  to  raise  it, 
but  failed. 
"It  is  heavy!"  she  panted. 
"Lau  has  become  soft,"  sneered  the  Cree.  "She 
has  lain  too  close  and  warm.    Stand  a.side!" 

As  he  bent  to  the  hole,  she  raised  the  sharp  fish- 
spear  and  struck  down  betwixt  his  shoulder.s. 
Tlirough   and   through   it   pierced,    standing   out 

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beyond  his  breast.  Shuddering,  he  fell  forward, 
driving  the  barb  buok  witliin  Iuh  breast,  ami  writlied 
on  the  ground  worniliite,  the  blacli  blood  (xturing 
from  his  tnoutii. 

" So  Lau  is  soft?"  she  cried.  "  Yet  would  it  havo 
tried  the  strength  of  even  Hamiota  to  lift  the  sill 
of  the  cabin.  Now  listen,"  she  went  on,  stooping  to 
the  level  of  his  eyes;  "Hamiota  would  havo  forced 
me  to  mate  with  him.  Like  a  hsli  he  wriggles. 
And  when  the  Red  Bear  comes  to  his  den,  then  shall 
I,  lying  in  his  arms,  tell  of  the  folly  of  Hamiota,  and 
how  he  died  at  the  hand  of  a  squaw." 

Through  the  man's  dulling  ear  the  name  pene- 
trated to  the  darkening  chambers  of  his  brain. 
He  looked  up.  His  eyes  were  glazing,  his  tongue 
strove  desperately  with  the  black  blood  for  one 
last  utterance. 

"The— Red— Bear!"  he  ga.sp<>d.  "The— Red 
—Bear — mates  with— one  of — his  breed!" 

Lau  caught  her  breath,  and  for  a  brief  space 
looked  down  on  the  dying  man.  Then  she  s(!ized 
him  by  the  shoulders  and  shook  him  violently. 
"Liar!"  she  muttered,  hoarsely.  "Liar!  Tell  me 
more  of  this." 

But  the  Lame  A\'olf  had  already  limped  over  the 
great  divide,  and  answered  not  her  challenge.    She 

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rose  with  foar  and  trouble  in  her  eyes,  and  sat  down 
on  the  bed  to  think.  For  a  long  half -hour  she 
brooded.  Her  gaze  rested  on  the  stricken  Cree, 
but  she  saw  him  not;  her  thoughts  were  travelling  to 
Jean  le  Gros.  Was  it  possible  that  Hamiota  had 
news  of  him? 

"Bah!"  she  exclaimed,  rising  and  passing  her 
hand  across  her  brow.  "He  was  ever  a  liar!"  She 
spoke  confidently,  but  a  deadly  fear  gripped  her 
heart.  And  though  she  kept  on  assuring  herself 
that  he  had  lied,  she  felt  there  would  be  no  peace 
till  she  knew  for  certain. 

Hastily  she  dragged  the  body  forth  and  loaded  it 
on  her  wood -sled.  Ten  minutes  therefrom  the 
Devil's  Keg  opened  its  greedy  maw,  and  with  a 
sucking  splash  the  Lame  Wolf  started  on  his  long 
journey  in  its  bottomless  depths.  Then,  after 
ridding  up  her  houne— for  Jean  le  Gros  might  come 
back  while  she  wm  gone— Lau  broke  trail  for  Pelly. 
There  she  got  news :  Jean  was  to  be  married  shortly 
to  Virginie,  daughter  of  the  Factor  of  Norway  House. 
When  the  last  word  was  spoken  she  drew  the  blanket 
over  her  head,  and,  unmindful  of  pitying  words,  de- 
parted for  her  place.  They  watched  her  down  the 
trail,  a  lonely  figure  limping  its  solitary  way  over 
the  illimitable  prairies  back  to  the  wivage  woods. 

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On  thn  (hird  ilay  following  her  doparture,  worn, 
weary,  hopeless,  she  crawled  into  her  cabin  and  lay 
Hke  a  stricken  deer. 

"  "^'ou  will  have  notice,  m'sieu,"  said  Pete  Brous- 
seaux,  when  telling  this  story,  "what  a  great  hunter 
is  the  devil?  See  you,  a  man  makes  his  cake,  but 
the  devil  bakes  it.  An'  so  it  is  with  this  Jean  le 
Gros.  He  is  by  order  of  the  Company  named  Factor 
of  Big  Grass  Post.  He  will  marry  presently  the 
prettiest  girl  , I  the  North.  Yes!  Then,  by  Gar,  ho 
must  needs  kiss  good-by  to  his  ol'  sweetheart!  Was 
there  ever  so  much  of  a  tool?" 

But  when  Jean  le  Gros  rode  south  to  get  his  ap- 
pointment of  the  Commissioner  he  had  no  intention 
of  seeing  his  Indian  wife.  His  mind  was  perfectly 
at  ease  in  the  matter.  Had  he  not  made  full  con- 
fession to  Father  La  Riviere,  and  received  absolu- 
tion, along  with  the  intimation  that  it  was  his  duty 
to  marry  with  his  own  kind  and  raise  stout  children 
to  Holy  Church?  Then,  he  had  but  done  as  other.-^ 
did.  Lau  would  probably  follow  his  example  and 
take  another  husband.  Here  came  the  first  twinge 
of  conscience.  For,  though  man  loves  to  browse  in 
pastures  new,  it  shocks  him  not  a  little  to  think  that 
similar  inclinations  may  trouble  his  womankind. 
While  under  the  smile  of  the  Factor's  daughter, 

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the  feeling  was  bearable,  but  its  strength  increased  in 
proportion  to  the  distance  he  travelled  south;  and  at 
last  it  was  sufficiently  strong  to  swerve  him  from  the 
path  of  duty— as  laid  down  by  the  holy  father— and 
the  Pelly  Trail. 

"What  think  you?"  he  said  to  France  Dubois,  his 
fellow-traveller.    "Would  it  not  be  one  shame  to 
pass  so  near  the  old  cabin  an'  no'  bid  the  girl  adieu?" 
Being  unmarried  and  of  a  warm  fancy,  France 
agreed   that   it   would.    Now   that  he  was   thus 
committed,   Jean's  feelings  underwent  a  further 
revolution.    The  figure  of  Lau  danced  before  him 
clothed  with  all  the  fascination  of  the  forbidden. 
After  all,  he  reasoned,  she  knew  nothing!    Why  dis- 
turb her  happiness?    Let  her  love  a  little  longer! 
Then,  there  could  be  no  harm  in  it.    As  for  Virginie 
—well,  she  was  a  sad  flirt.    Even  now  she  would  be 
making  eyes  at  the  English  clerk. 

Thus  it  came  about  that  at  Ten-Mile  Forks  France 
held  on  to  Pelly,  while  Jean  spurred  hotly  to  White 
Man's  Lake.  As  his  horse  splashed  through  the 
shallows  where  Lau  took  her  fish,  the  dusky  sun 
sank  over  the  edge  of  the  world,  but  the  great  flat 
moon  sailed  high  and  lit  him  up  the  bank.  Bathed 
in  its  brilliant  light,  lake,  wood,  and  bluff  stood 
clearly  out,  lacking  but  the  colors  of  the  day.    Over 

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him  a  black  cloud  swept  with  rush  of  beating  wings 
the  ducks  quacked  and  quarrelled  on  the  waters,  the 
frogs  chattered,  and  the  owls  hooted  in  the  forest. 

At  the  top  of  the  bank  he  reined  in,  clapped  hands 
to  mouth,  and  gave  forth  a  piercing  bush -yell. 
Shrill  and  clear,  it  reverberated  from  shore  to  shore 
and  raised  a  thousand  echoes  in  the  sleeping  woods. 
Before  the  last  answer  died,  he  was  riding  along  the 
bank  above  the  Devil's  Keg.  Beneath  him  it  fell 
sheer  to  the  black  morass;  a  false  step,  a  stumble 
spelled  death.  ' 

Suddenly  he  reined  his  horse  back  on  his  haunches, 
aln:ost  throwing  him  over  the  bank.  A  sombre 
figure,  like  a  black  pillar  in  the  white  light,  stood 
squarely  in  his  path.    For  the  space  of  a  dozen 

breaths  he  sat  his  hor.se,  staring;  then  the  blanket 

rolled  from  the  figure's  head. 
"Lau?" 

^^  "'Yes,'  said  I,"  she  answered,  talking  to  her.self. 

'"He  will  come  again— once.    Then  will  the  little 

she-fox  be  torn  in  many  pieces.'" 
The  tone  was  low,  but  he  heard.     " See  you,  little 

one,"  he  laughed,  "said  I  not  that  I  would  return? 

Here  am  I!    There  is  none  like  my  Lau!"    The 

words  rang  cheerily,  but  the  consciousness  of  their 

falseness  kept  him  at  his  distance. 

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"Hast  thou  truly  returned,  Red  Bear-to  me'" 
Ho  hesitated.  Her  face  looked  strange  The 
moonlight  softened  and  toned  down  the  harsh 
Imes  of  sorrow,  but  her  eyes  glowed  with  a  black 
hre.  Once,  of  a  dark  night,  ho  had  gazed  into  the 
eyes  ot  a  mountain-lion  just  before  he  made  his  leap 
f  hey  looked  like  these. 

"Truly  I  ha-.o  como  back  to  thee!"    Perhaps 
he    meant  it-just   then.     His    words    sounded 
smcere. 
"Liar!" 

She  ran  forwanl,  arras  stretched  above  her  head 
The  horse  snorted,  reared,  wheeled,  poised  for  a 
second  in  mid-air,  then  launched  out  over  the  Devil's 
Keg.  As  he  left  the  bank  Jean  slipped  the  stirrups 
--too  late!  The  brute  shot  from  beneath  him,  and 
they  dropped,  a  few  feet  apart,  into  the  sucking 
clutch  Over  them,  clearly  outlmed  against  the 
dark-b'je  sky,  stood  the  mad  woman. 

"Truly,"  she  cried,  laughing  shrilly,  "thou  hast 
returned  to  me!" 

She  stretched  over  the  gulf.  Jean  had  already 
sunk  to  the  knees,  and  the  keg  sucked  and  pulled  on 
his  feet.  He  stood  still  and  quiet.  This  was  death, 
slow  death,  for  cowards;  for  him  simply  burial 
Already  his  knife  was  in  his  hand.  Two  yards  to 
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his  right  the  horse  weltered  in  a  flurry  of  l)iack  mud, 
staking  deeper  at  every  struggle.  Leaning  over! 
Jean  cut  the  brute's  throat.  There  was  yet  plenty 
of  time  for  himself.  The  Devil's  Muskeg  does  not 
haste  in  devouring  its  victims.  It  needs  not,  for 
there  is  no  escape. 

"  Thou  hast  returned !"  she  called  again.  "  Come, 
then!"  She  spread  wide  her  arms.  "No?  Then 
open  for  me!" 

With  the  last  word  she  sprang  wildly  out  and  fell 
beside  him.  Jean  sheathed  his  knife,  slipped  his 
arm  about  her,  and  tried  to  lift  her  clear.  Then  he 
bent  over,  scooped  the  mud  from  her  ankles,  and 
tried  again.  With  a  squelch,  her  feet  pulled  from 
the  clutch  of  the  keg,  and  he  swung  her  up  to  the 
full  stretch  of  his  arms;  and,  looking  down,  Lau 
remembered  the  day  in  the  forest.  The  cloud  swept 
from  her  hot  brain;  she  saw,  and  realized  where  she 
was. 

"Set  me  down,"  she  said,  quietly,  all  trace  of 
madness  gone.  "Set  me  beneath  thy  knees  and 
let  me  die  the  first;  for  I  brought  this  trouble  on 
thee,  my  love." 

"No!"  he  answered,  looking  into  her  eyes.  "In 
this  thou  art  innocent,  and  I  am  well  served.  And 
there  is  work  for  thee.    Go  to  the  Factor  of  Pelly, 

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and  tell  him  to  send  word  of  this  to  Norway  House. 
There  is  one  there  that  should  know.    Though,"' 
he  muttered,  "she  will  soon  be  comforted.    And 
bid  him  also,"  he  continued,  aloud,  "tell  Father 
Francis  to  say  a  mass  for  the  soul  of  Jean  le  Gros." 
There  was  no  time  for  more.    The  Devil's  Keg 
lingers  over  its  victims  like  some  huge  gourmand,  but 
beneath  the  double  weight  Jean  was  sinking  fast. 
Just  opposite,  a  cave-in  of  the  bank  had  swung  a 
leafy  poplar  down  and  out  over  the  muskeg.    The 
branches  trailed  in  the  mud  a  few  feet  beyond  his 
reach.     On  this  he  fixed  hLs  eyes.     Swinging  quickly 
back,  he  threw  smartly  forward  and  hurled  Lau's 
light  body  up  into  the  tree. 

She  landed  fairly  in  the  centre,  striking  her  head 
agamst  the  trunk,  and  lay  stunned.  Up  and  down 
tossed  the  tree.  It  seemed  as  if  its  living  freight 
must  drop  back.  Jean  watched  with  anxious  eyes; 
if  she  fell,  it  would  be  beyond  his  reach.  But  soon 
the  heaving  subsided,  the  tree  rested,  and  she  still 
lay  among  the  branches. 

With  a  sigh  of  relief  Jean  turned  to  his  own  affairs. 
He  was  already  down  to  the  waist.  The  keg 
gurgled  beneath  him,  and  sounds  like  the  smacking 
of  great  lips  were  all  about  him.  The  clutch  at  his 
heels  throbbed  with  the  rhythm  of  a  pulse.    Slipping 

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his  knife,  he  got  ready  against  the  time  when  the 
mud  snould  touch  his  armpits. 

Ten  minutes  passed-fifteen-and  the  girl  had 
not  moved.  Five  minutes  more,  and  the  chill  slime 
touched  his  breastbone.  Now  it  was  time.  Rais- 
mg  the  knife,  he  turned  a  last  glance  on  the  still 
figure.  Surely  she  stirred!  He  hesitated.  She 
moved,  sat  up,  and  caught  the  glint  of  the  steel  in 
his  hand. 

"No!"  she  cried.    "No,  Jean!    Not  yet'    The 
horse!    The  horse!    The  lariat  at  the  saddle  bow'" 

The  beast's  last  struggle  had  brought  him  within 
easy  reach.  A  ray  of  hope  shot  into  Jean's  mind 
Leaning  over,  he  paddle<l  in  the  mud.  She  watched 
hmi  breathlessly.  Presently  he  raise.l  his  han.l 
ana  a  black,  dripping  string  followed  it  above  the 
surface.  A  slash  of  the  knife  freed  the  sad.lle  end 
and  Lau  caught  the  noose  as  it  flew  from  his 
hand. 

She  fastened  it  in  the  tree,  and  Jean  le  Gros  began 
his  battle  with  the  Devil's  Keg.  The  gluey,  viscid 
muck  seemed  to  suck  with  a  thousand  mouths,  but 
slowly  he  drew  towards  the  tree.  When  his  strength 
Jailed  he  passed  a  turn  of  the  rope  about  his  waist, 
and  the  woman  held  what  he  had  gained.  Inch  by 
uich,  foot  by  foot,  yard  by  yard,  he  fought  his  way, 

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and  at  last,  pale,  trembling,  damp  with  sweat,  he 
fell  against  the  bank. 

Lau  slipped  from  the  tree  and  helped  him  up  the 
steep;  then  she  took  his  head  on  her  lap  and  wiped 
his  brow.  He  was  drained  of  strength  and  lay  weak 
as  a  child. 

"  I  have  not  deserved—"  he  began,  but  she  cover- 
ed his  mouth  with  her  hand.  He  kissed  it  and  lay 
still.  Half  an  hour  slipped  by.  A  great  hush 
brooded  over  tlie  forest.  The  frogs  had  ceased 
their  chatter,  the  owl  his  solemn  questioning,  and 
the  lonely  bittern  forgot  his  solitary  cry. 

"Come,"  he  said,  rising.    "Let  us  go  homo." 

She  paused,  questioning  him  with  her  eyes 

"What  is  it?"  he  asked. 

"  The — other — woman  ?' ' 

"There  is  but  one  woman,"  he  answered,  gently. 
"  Come!    For  to-morrow  we  go  to  Father  Francis." 


■f    ! 

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A   SLIP   OF   THE    NOOSE 


A   SLIP    OF  THE   NOOSE 


IT  is  well  to  be  in-doors  when  the  smothering 
blizzard  cuts  loose  in  the  Northland  and  turns 
five  hundred  thousand  miles  of  prairie  into  a  white 
and  whirling  hell;  and  so  thought  the  Pelly 
trappers.  They  hunched  up  to  the  red  stove  in 
the  big  log  store  and  listened  to  the  voice  of  the 
storm.  It  was  intensely  col'!.  The  spirit  ther- 
mometer on  the  log  veranda  registered  si.xty-five 
below  zero,  every  nail  and  scrap  of  door  iron  was 
embossed  with  glittering  frost,  and  an  inch  of 
clouded  ice  covered  the  window-panes.  Outside, 
the  furiou.s  wind,  veering  from  every  point  of  the 
compass,  now  walled  the  fort  with  circling  clouds 
of  snow;  then,  changing  tactics,  blew  steadily  from 
one  direction,  threatening  to  bury  it  beneath  mon- 
strous drifts.  Suddenly  it  dropped,  and  the  falling 
snow  settled  in  straight  lines. 
"Storm  over?"    A  man  glanced  up. 

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"Bah!"  A  half-brml  trapixr,  who  had  just 
come  m,  tuggod  at  his  froze.,  board  and  shruggetl 
his  shoulders.     "Hojustbogin.    Listen!" 

Far  off  the  sigh  of  the  wind  rose  to  a  sob,  a  moan 
a  shnek;  then,  with  thunderous  roar,  the  storm' 
struck  the  building. 

"So!"  continued  the  breed,  unwinding  a  long 
neck-scarf.  "He  ecs  the  king  blizzard.  Soon  we 
havespreeng.eh?  This  dam  cloth!  No  loose  yet." 
A  solid  inch  of  ice  gripped  scarf  and  beard. 

"Guess  you're  right,  Brousseaux,"  chipped  in 
another  man.  "  You  made  the  fort  just  in  the  nick 
of  time,  old  man.  Here,  stick  that  goatee  o'  youm 
on  this."  The  breed  thrust  out  his  chin.  Placing 
an  axe  head  beneath  the  beard,  the  man  gently 
crushed  the  ice  with  the  poker. 

"There,"  he  said.  "Talk  less  on  the  trail,  Pete, 
an'  you'll  have  less  ice  in  your  whiskers." 

"Thanks!  Ye.s,  I  will  have  your  advice."  He 
combed  the  beard  with  his  fingers.  "  It  ees  a  hard 
trail,  the  Pelly.  An'  in  a  blizzard!  This  ees 
better,  eh?" 
"Anythin'  new  on  the  plains?" 
"Ah,  now  you  spick,  my  friend.  Ees  ther' 
news?  Of  a  sort,  yes."  He  rubbed  his  hands,  as  a 
cat  paws  herself,  and  his  face  darkened. 


A   Si.i 


I'    OK     TIIK     N008JC 


"Good?" 

"  Who  knows?  I  havp  lisi,,,  lo  tho  cry  of  a  man 
child  born  to  tho  grrat  pr.iinp.  That  ..,•«  g,,,,,!' 
Men  am  few,  oomra(lo.«  .lin.  Thr  rhiM  ■mis'  boar 
bees  mother's  name-tl,is  ,.<,;  bud!  It  wis  Jm^sI  for 
boy  to  have  father." 

"What's  this,  PeteV  A  „!«  ;:,„,|i.s|„„m,  silting 
next  the  breed  laid  a  heavy  iiai.J  m  i.k  shoulder 

"It  ees  you,  Elliot?  Yes,  v„i,  s|,:dl  l,rai,  but 
first— more  wood.  The  frost,  lie's  in  niy  bones." 
When  quarter  of  a  cord  of  dry  poplar  was  roi.ring 
m  the  furnace  he  hitched  closer  and  spread  his 
palms  to  the  heat.  "Yes,"  he  continued,  "it  was 
bad,  ver'  bad,  for  May  Duprd  that  her  father  die—" 
"What?  Louis  Dupri"'?" 
Brousseaux  nodded.  "Qui!  Louis  have  kill  hecs 
las'  moose  an'  trap  hecs  las'  mink,  an'  so  much  the 
worse  for  hees  daughtaire." 

"A  good  man  gone  to  glory!"  " Best  .*ot  on  the 
plains!"  "Guided  the  Red  River  expedition  under 
Wolseley  in  the  seventies!"  came  from  around  the 
circle.  The  breed  waited  for  the  last  tribute  of 
respect. 

"An'  so  much,"  he  repeated,  "the  worse  for  hees 
daughtaire.  You  see  "-reaching  for  the  English- 
man's pipe—"  las'  spreeng  Dupre  an'  Glen  Cameron 

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hunt  north  of  Lak'  Winnipegosis.  They  build 
cabm  at  B,g  Moose  Lak',  an'  May  cook  hees  grub 
Las  June  Duprd  fall  seeck,  ver'  seeck.  Soon  he  die 
They  bury  heem.  Then-ah,  well  "-with  an  ex- 
pressive .•,hrug-"what  would  you?  The  girl  was 
pretty  the  man  han'some  an'  strong.  They  hunt 
t.11  first  snows.  Then  Glen  bring  the  girl  to  Ellice 
while  he  go  to  Winnipeg.  Before  he  return-the 
child  ees  born." 

He   stopped.    The   men   leaned   to   the  stove, 
silently  smoking,  listening  to  the  storm,  brooding 
over  his  words.    They  were  a  hard-bit  lot,  swept 
from    he  four  corners  of  the  ear     tnd  dumped  in 
this  lit  le  corner  of  the  frozen  north;  yet  each  had 
his  code  of  honor,  his  notions  of  morality,  and 
a  strong  sense  of  justice.    Their  own  forest  loves 
they  conducted  very  much  after  the  fashion  of 
Father  Adam;  hut  this  was  a  woman  of  their  blood 
subject  to  a  different  law.    Had  she  male  kin,  the; 
would  have  noted  the  incident  with  mild  interest, 
expecting  a  red  atonement;  but  she  wa.  an  orphan. 
From  the  law  she  could  get  no  redress.    True 
by  hard  stretching,  its  long  arm  just  reached  the' 
fifty -third  parallel,   but  its  clutch  was,  at  best 
spasmodic  and  uncertain.    And  she  had  grown  to 
womanhood  beneath  their  eyes;  was  one  of  them 

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—a  member  of  that  community  which  counts  its 
neighbors  from  Winnipeg  to  Fort  McCloud,  from 
Pembina  to  the  arctic.  Her  wrong  was  theirs— 
theirs  its  righting. 
"Won't  he  marry  her?"  asked  ElUot. 
Brousseaux  shooli  his  head.  "No,  my  friend," 
he  answered,  slowly.  "Was  there  ever  before  so 
much  of  a  fool?  A  girl,  pretty;  a  man  child,  strong 
and  fat;  an'  marry?  No!  An'  all  because  of  the 
hot  word  of  a  fool  priest.  But  "—shaking  his  head— 
"he  was  ever  stiif  in  hees  neck,  this  Glen  Cameron. 
Strong  as  a  buffalo,  straight  as  a  young  poplar,  mark 
you,  with  a  tongue  of  fire  an'  a  devil  temper.  An 
ill  man  to  meddle  with!    Ma  foi!    Yes." 

"I  know  the  breed,"  mused  Elliot.  "Aberdeen 
granite  foundation,  dash  of  French  pepper,  and 
blood  enough  to  make  'em  sullen.  But  what's  this 
about  the  parson,  Pete?" 

"The  priest?    You  know  heem,  P6re  Francis— 
Ellice  Mission." 
"Fussy  little  fool!" 

"As  you  say!  Well,  he  spick  beeg  word,  ver' 
beeg,  to  this  thick  in  hees  head  Scotclmian.  It  is 
well  to  spick,  yes,  but  softly,  so  hees  word  tickle 
hees  ears,  but  'Scoundrel!  Marry  or  I  curse!'" 
Brousseaux  lifted  his  ey.l)rows.  "This  to  a  man? 
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It  ees  bad.    But  for  tlio  priost  (ilon  marry  tho 
girl." 

"A  praatc,  a  woman,  to  raise  the  divil,"  growled 
Irish  Dan,  "an'  its  ni,.s..|f  known  the  combination. 
Whm  Father  O'Toole  put-  (he  ban  on  Biddy-" 

"Dry  uf.,  Dan!"  "Have  your  wind!"  "We 
iinow  what  happene.1  the  father!  .„outed  the  men 
"Ought  to,"  ad.le,!  KMiot;  "he'.s  told  us  forty 
times."  ■' 

"Begor,"  i,.umbled  tiie  Irishman,   "wwln't  yez 
let  a  -nan  tell  ins  little  storj,   .,.  hayttnT.  thav.s'' 
Fire  up,  Recarde.  it's  ^ttin'  colder.     lt>  .„,«tin' 
I  am  in  front  an'  freezin'  behint,  h    he  same  token   • 
He  turned  his  back  to  the  stove  and  wa-.hed  the 
powdery  snow  sifting    through    the   key-hole      It 
stretched   from   the   door   to  his   feet,   forming  a 
tumiature  mountain  range  acnj*  the  floor     Brous- 
seaux  iean«l,  catlike,  over  the  stove,  heating  the 
marrow  in  his  bones  for  tho  ne.^t  day's  trail   -he 
w»  due  at   Fort  a  la  Corne,  one  hundred  miles 
away,  m  two  days'  time.     Outsid..,  the  snow  hi.ssed 
alot«  ahead  of  the  nor'woster;  the  building  shook 
beneath  the  blows  of  the  storm;  the  wind  sobbed 
and  wailed  in  the  chimney;  the  wimlows  rattled  in 
the  casements.     The  men  .smoked  quietly.     Some 
were  travelling  frozen  trails  with  the  dead  trapper 

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A  Sr.ir   or   tiir   Noosf: 

othoT.  woro  thinking  of  his  .laughtrr.  The  iron 
clang  of  the  Uovo  door  brokn  tho  silenco  Tli,. 
Irishman  was  stoking  up. 

"VVhiTp's  Olen  now?"  a  man  askod. 

"Winnipeg.     Gome  back  in  the  spreone  " 
An'  May?" 

"With  Stewart,  Factor  of  Ellice." 

"She's  in  good  hands,"  said  EIHot.     He  glanced 
interrogatively  round  the  circle.     "Well   boys''" 

A  man  rose  and  knocked  the  ashes  from  his  pipe- 
a  tail  Canadian,  a  son  of  Anak.  landing  six  feet 
«>x  in  h,s  moccasins,  straight  as  a  pine,  with  a 
^pl-nduly  formcl  body.  He  yawned.  As  he 
•stretched,  his  knotty  hands  touched  the  spruce 
rafters,  and  his  bo<ly  loomed  up  like  a  stocky  oak 
Boy^s,  he  growie,!,  "we're  a-goin'  to  play  a 
han  in  this  game.  I  reckon  May  Dupre  ,lon't'  lie 
■n  the  muil  whil<.  there's  man  or  gun  in  Pelly  " 

'■Now  you  spick.  Bill  Angus,"  muttered" Brous- 
scaux. 


The  south  wind  was  eating  the  snow,  an.i  water 
strangely  unfamiliar,  covered  the  slough  ice  before 
-I'^n  Cameron  returned  from  Winnipeg,  \bove 
!.mi  travelled  the  big  mallar.l  and  the  wild  goose 
heral.ls  of  coming  .spring.     Along  the  great  vall..y 

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T  H  R     P  n  O  n  A  T  I  O  N  E  R 

of  the  Assiniboine  tlio  forpst  awoko  irom  its  long 
sloep  anil  gave  vrnt  to  arboroiil  yawns,  sighs,  and 
soughings;  the  music  of  running  waters  delight<>d 
ears  tuned  to  the  stern  hiss  of  drifting  snow,  and 
the  doors  of  Ellice  flung  wide  tr  admit  the  warm 
sunshine  of  the  first  spring  days. 

Glon  had  settled  in  his  cabin  on  the  table -land 
above  the  fort  a  couple  of  weeks  before  the  news 
travelled  to  Pelly.    He  lived  alone.    His  father,  the 
old  Factor  of  Devil's  Drum,  had,  when  Glen's  head 
topped  hLs  boot,  mixed  things  baiUy   with  a   bull 
moose,  and  the  mould  of  eighteen  summers  covered 
his  forest  grave.     His  mother  lived  in  Winnipeg  on 
a  pension  allowed  her  by  the  Company.    Through 
her  he  inherited  a  strain  of  French -Cree  blood, 
slight,  but  sufficient  to  speck  his  blue  eyes  with 
spots  of  darkest  brown  and  to  touch  his  temper  with 
sullenness.     This  Uck  of  the  blood  was  favored  by 
birth  anil  raising.     He  got  his  fir.^t  notions  of  life 
along  with  his  first  nourishment  from  a  Cree  foster- 
mother,  and  this  strange  conjunction  of  blood  and 
breeding  produced  the  stiffest  man  north  of  fifty- 
three. 

Three  weeks  passed  without  his  going  near  p:ilice. 
Ostensibly,  he  was  preparing  for  a  hunting  to  the 
north,  yet  constantly  upon  some  pretext   he  de- 

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A   Slip   of   the   Noose 

ferred  his  d.parturP.  The  ren-  reason  he  never 
acknou-lodgocl  until,  one  Saturday,  Peto  Brousseau. 

with  his  letters,  gave  him  the  news. 

v"^/°"  "'^'  """■'  ''"'"  ^""'^^her,  bon!  Ma  foi- 
Ve.s!  An  you  will  be  goin'  to  the  christening  to- 
morrow, eh?"  * 

After  Pete^  had  gone,  won.loring  at  the  look  in 
Men  s  face,  he  paeed  back  and  forth  like  a  caged 
b.'a.t.  The  sun  went  down  on  his  walking,  .'nd 
1-  gray  lights  of  dawn  found  hi.n  walking.  When 
the  morning  brightened  a  little  he  banged  the 
cabm  door  and  strode  off  in  the  direction  of  the 

Very  shortly  the  winding  trail  brought  him  to 
the  valley.     l,,ght  hundred   feet  below  the  swift 
Assmiboine  writhed  in  giant  convolutions  along  the 
level  bottoms.     On  the  eastern  horizon  the  ri.in.- 
sun,  a  molten  disk,  gloamea  ihrough  a  clou.l-glory 
of  ruby  and  gold.     Gray  .shadows  shrouded   the 
river  and  towards  these,  down  the  steep  headlands, 
crept  the  rosy  flush  of  the  morning.     Glen  stopped 
a^  gazed  at  the  vermilion  splendors  of  cloud  an.l 
J^y.     Then    from  his  right,   the   mi.ssion   bells  of 
Ellice  pealed  forth  the  matin  chime.     Clear,  silvrrv 
resonant,  the  wave  of  sound  flooded  the  valley  io 

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."t 


The  Probationer 

the  distant  hills,  echoed  in  the  black  ravines,  and 
tilled  the  air  with  rippling  music. 
The  mnn's  face  took  on  a  softer  look.    Those 

bells  had  tolled  the  knell  of  his  father,  and, hey 
called  ba<:k  v.vid  memories  of  childhood  days  He 
bowed  his  hea,l  until  the  last  vibrant  echo  died  in 
the  black  ravines;  then  the  sun  ro.se  high  above 
the  honzon,  and  things  took  on  their  workaday 
aspect.  The  mood  passed.  Ho  walked  on  to  the 
mission  chapel,  where,  leaving  the  trail,  he  crent 
into  a  poplar  blufl  and  lay  down  in  the  grass 

L.ttle  by  little  the  fort  quickened  into  life 
Smoke  rose  from  the  Factor's  chimney,  and  then 
tinkling  bells  told  of  cows  wandering  to  pasture  in 
the  bottoms.  Gray  squirrels  popped  from  hole, 
oxamined  the  tre.spasser,  and  skipped  off  about  the 
serious  business  of  life.  Cheeky  gophers  deei.led  their 
niatrimonial  .s,]uabbles  beneath  his  nose,  but  he  saw 
them  not,  as  he  lay  quietly  watching  the  smoke 

A  couple  of  hours  pitssed  before  an  old  (rap.x-r 
hobbled  over  to  prepare  the  ehapel  for  service 
(.len  could  hear  him  movinginside,  openmg  windows 
sweepmg,  and  dusting  tl^-  altar  He  finished! 
Ihere  w,.-  qui..t;  then,  .suddenly,  the  mass  bell 
swune  .-.bov..  his  hea.l.  »d  its  solemn  chime  echoed 
tlirough  ih.-  vail.  y. 


"5a 


A   Si.ir   OF   T,,,,   No„,s,,: 

And  now  ucmss  the  prairi.-  .soun.lr.l  tho  croak 
of  hug,.-wh,H.Io,l  Rod  Itivor  carts-Fathor  Francis'^ 
Indian  converts  coming  fron.  the  reservation.  Thov 
groancl  up  to  the  chapel  .loor  and  discharged  thei^ 
hem  ,  '^^'-f-"''  'Shattering  squaws  Afte 
them  a  d«en  .lent  Indians  filed  into  the  mission. 

<inv.ns  buckboard.  The  Hudson  Bay  men  lounged 
hunV  "  the  ort,  but  before  they  could  enter  fho 
buddrng  a  half-score  mounted  men  .swept  round  a 
poplar  bluff-tho  Pelly  trappc-rs  come 'to  lo  "1  a 
hand  ,n  christening  Dupre's  grandchild.  Then 
black.ca^,ockod,  portly,  with  „.as.s-book  underarm' 
Father  Pr,,„c,s  stopped  from  his  house  and  strod,! 
acro.ss  the  yard. 

At  last  the  Factor's  ,loor  opone.i.  Two  women 
canjo  out  and  n.ovod  toward,  the  ehapel.  Glen  g„t 
^.  Ins  kneos  and  .stared.  She  was  looking  well! 
Her  face  wa.s  Ix-autiful  a.s  ever,  an,l  maternitv  had 
pvon  a  needed  roun.lness  to  her  figun,.     Ho  noted 

^l'..l.     Yes,    .she    certainly    looke,l    well    and-a 
ralo-  pang  nipped  hin.  hard-happy-    This  was 

'What  ho  e.xpocte.I.  and  he  tried  to  tell  himself 
tlut  he  wa«  glad,  but-what  a  fool  he  had  been- 
^he  whom  he  had  left  clothed  in  the  ugliness  of  form 
■X3 


m 
m 


The   Probation eb 

which  precedes  the  birth  of  life  had  blossomed  as 
the    butterfly    from    the    chrysalis.     She    entered 


oh,  and  the  priest  began  to  intone  the 


the  c 

mass 

"  i!  nomine  Patris  et  Filii  ct  Spiritus  Sancti  1" 
"Amen!"  answered  the  quavering  voice  of  the 

clerk. 

How  familiar,  but— how  long!  It  seemed  to  the 
mipatient  man  that  the  interminable  responses 
would  never  have  done.  At  the  "mea  culpa,  mea 
culpa,  mea  maxima  culpa,"  he  unconsciously  beat 
his  breast.  At  last  the  priest's  voice  hushed.  There 
came  an  expectant  rastlo,  and  through  the  open 
window  there  travelled  the  wail  of  an  infant.  Glen 
started  and  half  rose,  but  the  voice  of  Father  Francis 
sent  him  back. 

"And  now  we  will  proceed  with  the  holy  servi.  e 
of  baptism,  a  sacrament  ordained  of  God  and 
consecrated  by  the  usage  of  Peter  and  Paul,  His 
holy  apostles." 

Once  more  the  rustic,  mixed  with  murmuring 
voices  and  shuffling  feet.  The  child  wailed  :igain, 
thrilling  the  man  with  strange  emotion.  He  heard 
the  mother  hushing  it.  His  straining  ear  caught  the 
swish  of  her  skirts  as  she  rocked  to  and  fro;  then 
silence. 

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A  Slip  of  the  Noosr 
"The  name  of  the  father  of  this  child'" 
Dead  .silence.  Glen  sprang  to  his  feot  and  made 
for  the  chapel  door.  He  was  on  fire.  Hec.S 
-0  .n  .magmation,  the  girl  meekly  standing  be  ,"1 
the  aecM  :ng  p„e,st.  Half-way  ho  stopped  Tho 
i*  actor  wa.s  .speaking. 

;'TilI  some  guid  mon  shares  his  name  wi'  this 

pu.r  m,sdealt  l.s.sie,  n,  be  father  till  the  Id  " 

We  taks  my  name." 

"VVho  stands  sponsor  for  this  child v" 

We  do!"    Like  the  growl  of  distant  thunder 

the^res^ponse  rolled  from  the  throats  of  the  Pel,; 

Satl^t'''"*    '^°"'    ^''"=""    «"''^»^t'    renounce 
baton,  his  pomp  ami  works?" 

"I  do!"  the  sponsors  answered 

^^reator  of  heaven  and  earth?" 

"I  do  believe!" 

"Dost  thou  believe  in  Jesus  Christ,  His  only  Son 
our  Loni,  Who  wa3  born  into  this  world  and  sl^ed 

"I  do  believe!" 
^t«wart.     May  our  blessed  I,  uly  make  intercession 

365 


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iBim&M~ss:3»ijapxj:.jMiy^  j    -dl* 


ii  ' 

II  I,  ; 


TlIK    J'koiiatiovkk 


at  the  throne  of  tlie  Most  High,  that  tlio  r.tain  of 
wedless  birth  be  not  cast  against  thee!" 
"Amen!" 

Strong  and  fervent,  mixed  witli  the  gutturals  of 
the  Inchans,  the  answer  piLssed  througli  the  ofien 
windows  and  died  far  out  on  the  prairie.  An  old 
Gregorian  chant  finislied  th(!  service';  then,  laughing 
and  exchanging  greetings,  the  congregation  tumbled 
out-of-doors— the  good,  tlie  bad,  and  the  indifferent 
rubbing  elbows,  and  none  to  t(>ll  the  difference. 

For  a  while  the  young  mother  stood  in  a  ring  of 
squaws,  watching  her  baby  passing  from  breast  to 
breast.  The  red  women  clucked  their  wonderment 
at  the  exceeding  whiteness  of  his  skin.  After 
dowering  him  with  small  moccasins  worked  curious- 
ly in  beads,  they  mounted  the  crazy  carts  and 
drove  off  across  the  prairie.  Then  the  Factor  took 
the  baby  and  presented  him  to  his  numerous 
fathers  in  God;  and  the  men  of  Pelly  manoeuvred 
him  iis  though  he  were  a  jewel  of  great  price,  liable 
to  break  in  the  handling.  The  stout  arms  of  Bill 
Angus  trembled  beneath  the  load,  and  he  sweated 
profusely  till  relieved  of  the  burden.  They  all 
agreed  there  never  wa,s  such  a  baby. 

Then   eanie    Ihc    birth    offering.     Long    knives 
dama,scene(i  in  .silver  or  gold;   rifles  that— in  the 

2(i« 


A    S 


'''  ''    "I-     I  11  i;    .\<),,s|.; 


hands  of  a  iiorlliiiian - 


and  other  gear  of  war  and  tl 
thn  baby's  fret.     Bill  Angus 


iicver  missed;  belts,  pouclies, 
lie  eli.-iso,  were  laid  at. 


<  presented  him  with  the 
<l<-<-.l  of  a  s(iuare  mile  of  land,  and  Recard..  with  a 
stark  of  Ix.aver,  to  Ix;  trapped  the  eotning  summer; 
but  Pete  Brousseaux,  the  eunnii.e.  broke  all  their 
hearts.     With  a  shy  j;rin  h..  l„Mi«ht   forth   a  re- 
splendent rattle,  wondrously  tipped  with   rubber 
and  e.specially  warranted  to  be  eflicNeious  in  teething' 
When  the  givinj;  w:ls  over,  the  I'elly  men  hobble, I 
their  horses  and  strolled  off  to  the  fort  along  with 
their  Klhce  eomra.les.     Ten  minutes  afterwanls  the 
head  of  the  last  settler  bobbed  out  of  .sight  behiml 
t\u'  long  roll  of  the  prairie,  and  Glen  was  .done 
He  waited  until  llie  Factor's  door  clo.sed  on  WMuan 
and  child,  then  took  the  road  home. 

Just  before  the  trail  .swung  from  the  valley  a 
cloud  hid  the  .sun.  Instantly  the  smiling  peace 
vanLshed,  and  the  land.seape  ,-l„thed  itself  in  naked 
savagery.  From  the  black  of  the  tree-lined  ravines 
till'  bald  hca.llaii.ls  stood  forth  like  the  breasts  of  a 
proud  woman.  A  chilly  win.j  came  out  of  the  w...sl 
|ii'd  moaned  in  the  ,s„„,bre  sprucr,  while  on  the 
Horizon  smoky  thunder-head.s  piled  fleece  on  Heece 


The  change  .suited  (ilen' 


then  hclrl  on  to  his  sol 


s  inorxl.     He  gazed  his  fill, 


ilary  cabin. 
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The   PnoBATioNEB 

By  sundown  black  clouds  covered  tho  sky,  and 
the  roll  of  distant  thunder  announced  the  coming 
storm.  With  night  camp  the  first  rain— big  drops, 
hitting  the  ground  with  a  thud.  Gray  shapes 
turned  and  twisted  between  earth  and  sky;  the 
lightning  (juivered  all  around.  The  air  was  sultry, 
and  the  windows  of  the  Factor's  house  stood  open. 

May  Duprc  sat  in  her  bedroom,  watching  the 
approach  of  the  storm.  The  baby  was  sleeping 
quietly.  She  had  laid  ofif  her  dress  for  the  night, 
and  her  neck  and  arms  gleamed  in  the  flashing 
lightning  like  polished  marble.  A  gust  of  wind 
swept  the  rain  into  her  room.  She  raised  her  hand 
to  close  the  window,  then  paused,  listening.  The 
tliud  of  horses!  And  from  the  fort!  Surely  the 
Pelly  men  would  never  take  the  trail  on  such  a 
night? 

A  splitting  crash  overhead  started  her  back,  but 
in  the  following  flash  she  saw  a  score  of  horsemen. 
A  man  was  coming  towards  the  house.  She  heard 
his  knock  and  whispering.  A  name  rose  to  her 
window. 

"  Hush !"  warned  the  Factor.  "  The  lassie's  windy 's 
open." 

She  leaned  for\vard,  straining  her  ears  to  catch 
the  whispers.     Through  the  darkness  she  made  out 


A  Slip  of  the   Noosr 

the  figure  of  Bill  Angus.  In  the  dim  light  his  Ion- 
body  took  on  an  ad.litional  cubit,  an.l  his  inmuMwo 
width,  fa<ling  into  the  gloom,  conveyed  an  im- 
pression of  indefinite  extension. 

"  I'll  hae  naught  to  do  wi'  it,'  imished  the  Factor 
aloud.     "Gang  yer  ain  gait.  Bill  Angus." 

"Please  yerself,"  answered  the  giant.  "He 
swmgs.'" 

The  girl  gasped,  and  staggered  back  to  the  bed 
Hang,  they  said!  No!  No!  It  must  not  bel 
bhe  tiad  long  ago  forgiven.    And-she  still  loved 

Her  preparations  were  quickly  made.  Picking 
up  the  baby,  she  placed  him  to  the  breast  and  coax- 
ed him  to  repletion.  Then,  with  the  little  head 
bowed  m  slumber,  she  tucked  him  warmly  in  bed 
threw  a  shawl  over  her  shoulders,  and  crept  softly 
down-stairs. 

The  Factor  had  gone  to  bed;  she  could  hear  his 
heavy  breathing.  She  opened  the  door  carefully 
and  slipped  outside,  but  as  she  turned  to  close  it 
the  shawl  swept  away  on  the  win.!.  She  hesitated 
^hen  plunged  on  into  the  blackness.  The  rain 
splashed  on  her  naked  arms  and  breast,  but  she 
moved  steadily  forwani,  feeling  the  trail  with  her 
teet.  A  crash  of  ihunder  broke  overhead.  \ 
brilliant  flash  lit  the  prairie  for  miles  around,  and 

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The   P  It  o  I)  a  t  I  o  \  e  n 

showed  the  trail  windhig  like  a  black  serpent  across 
the  dun  plain.  The  priest's  house,  black  windowed 
and  wetly  gli  .tering,  flashefl  out  as  she  passed  by. 
She  thought  she  saw  a  white  face  peering  through 
the  window.  Another  blaze  of  fire  and  the  corral 
came  into  view,  with  old  Spot,  the  bell  cow,  standing 
tail  to  wind,  head  over  the  fence. 

A  bolt  flared  from  the  sky  and  struck  the  ground 
at  her  feet.  The  air  filled  with  sulphurous  fumes, 
and  she  was  momentarily  blinded  and  half  stunned 
by  the  concussion.  A  lull,  almost  a  silence,  followed, 
then  the  voices  of  the  storm— the  pattering  rain, 
the  moaning  wind,  the  rustling  trees,  and  the  splash- 
mg  water— resumed  their  interrupted  song.  When 
the  flickering  light  again  illumed  the  prairie,  old 
Spot  lay  dead  in  the  midst  of  a  dozei:  of  her  progeny. 

May  moved  on.  For  one  brief  second,  deatlilessly 
still  to  the  eye,  though  trees,  shrubs,  and  grass  were 
in  violent  motion,  the  great  valley  uncovered  before 
her;  then  she  turned  the  bend  and  headed  for  Glen 
Cameron's  cabin. 

The  rain  beat  heavily  on  the  sod  roof  of  Glen's 
shanty,  finding  its  way  through  in  several  places. 
On  a  rude  bunk,  fashioned  from  poplar  poles,  lay 
the  owner,  trying,  in  tobacco,  to  find  surcease  from 

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It     '■■Jiu 


,,,  ill;  1: 


A     SLlI-     OF     Tllf;     KuoHK 


mental  pain.     A  brass  lant.Ti, 
roof  abovo  his  hoacl.     Across 


swung  from  tho  low 
tli<'  building  ran  a 


i-ti.  stall.  buuh.':;;ii.:™^^^^^^^ 

w.th  h.s  own  blanket;  and  now,  a.  he  sm  ke        , 

ZmiVi:  '"'^^'i-"*™^^  munch  a„;iw 

gratelul  for  the  companionship. 

Suddenly  the  beast  stopped  eating     R  •  •      .  • 
head,  he  whinnied  loudly     A  lin^    f     ^"'''''"f'"'' 
thoroarofthesto™.^.itl    :^^^^^^^^ 

atch  cl  eked,  and  a  score  of  men  filed  in  and  sn- 
rounded  h.m  He  glanced  round  the  eircTe-i  ' 
Angus,  Brouleaux,  Elliot,  Recarde,  Brousseaux" 
and  a^dozen  othe..    He  knew  them'al,  and-thel; 

For  almost  a  minute  they  stood  quietly  regarding 
him.     At  last  he  broke  the  silence.  ^ 

"A  bad  night,  gentlemen'" 

h  7l'"  ^u  '* "°-"    '^•'^  ^"^^--^  '''»«>e  from  behind 
but  when  he  turned  it  was  to  meet  calm  and  S 
pa^ive  faces.    He  shrugged  his  shoulder. 
What  can  I  do  for  you  ?" 

''You  know,"  said  the  same  voice. 

'Oh,  I  do?"    His  eyes  glittered,  his  mouth  drew 

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The   Probationer 

hard,  his  grasp  tightened  on  the  lantern     Ho  half 

swuxig  it  to  strii^e,  then  smiled  contemptuously  and 

set  It  on  the  ground.     "Well,"  ho  said,  folding  his 

arms,  'make  it  so!    Now,  what  are  you  going  to  <lo 
about  it?" 

'Looka'hr-re,Glen."  The  big  Canadian  stepped 
to  the  front.  "No  HHng  man  "-with  sinister  ac- 
cent on  the  wonl-"  shall  boast  that  he  brought 
shame  to  Dupre's  girl.     Yc'll  either—" 

"  I'll  trouble  you  to  mind  your  own  business  And 
1  might  as  well  tell  you  I'm  not  interested  in  Sun- 
day-schools." 

^^  "  This  w  our  business,"  returned  the  giant,  soberly 
es  yer'll  soon  find  out.  Nor  is  this  a  prayer-meetin' 
crowd,  es  yer  well  know.  Mebbe  we  ain't  much 
to  brag  about  in  the  highly  moral  line,  but  there's 
some  things  es  is  a  leetle  high  for  our  stomachs. 
Were  .lere  to  give  ycr  a  chance  to  do  the  right 
thmg."  "^ 

Glen  made  no  answer.  His  eyes  looked  over  their 
heads,  a  smile  was  on  his  lips,  his  face  the  very  in- 
carnation of  obstinate  resolve.  Out  of  the  corner 
of  his  mouth  trickled  a  streak  of  blood  where  the 
strong  tooth  had  bitten  through  the  iip. 

"This  thick  in  hecs  head  Scotchman,"  nmttered 
Brousseaux,  beneath  his  breath.    "Strong,  straight 

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A    Si.rp    oi-    Tin;     N„,,si: 

coas,..l  Ins  .stamping,  an,l  l„„ko,l  on  witL  shinin- 
oyo.  Outsule,  tl.e  thunder  rollo.l  an.l  g I  !  f 
Jtful  flashes  ht  the  prairie  to  ti:e  sky-line  th  r  „ 
boat  agamst  the  window  and  swept  in'gli,,  ring ,  ^^ 
thro  g  the  open  door.  Five  miuutos  parsed  tl^ 
»  ill  yer  marry  the  girl ''"  ^ 

"No!"  ■ 

The  men  closed  in. 

Meanvvhilo    May    Dupre    splashed    on    through 
mud  and  „,ire.     Xever  sinee  the  Red  Riv    Z 
'""'  '"  '""«h  rain  fallen  in  one  night.     The  trai 
were  running  rivers,  an  inch  of  water  cov  Ted  S 
praine,  the  lightning  flashed  baek  from  t^      f 

"aninlandsea;yet,,lre„ehe,l,withhairflyingl,oe 
around  bare  neck  and  arms,  like  some  water-t  ? 
h  pressed  forward.  Oceasionally  she  stopp  to 
on,  a„  with  the  feeling  that  some  oTwI; 
ollowmg.  Once  a  large  animal  crosse.l  the  Z 
and  plunged  mto  the  willow  scrub.    At  the  foot  o 

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T  II  K     P  n  O  B  A  T  I  O  \  E  R 

the  rise  loading  to  Glen's  cabin  tiie  sound  of  gnlloping 
horses  came  down  the  wind.  .Slu.  had  just  time  to 
drop  behind  a  bunch  of  red  willow  before  the  Polly 
men  swept  by.  Angus  was  in  the  lead.  She  got 
one  glimpse  of  pale  faces,  ghastly  under  the  sickly 
lightning,  and,  like  an  evil  dream,  they  were  gone. 
Springing  up,  ;ihe  ran  desperately  up  the  slojie. 

A  light  shone  through  the  open  door.  Then  she 
was  in  time!  Perhaps  he  had  been  away!  Or— 
consented.  No!  Not  on  such  terms!  She  walked 
up  and  looked  in. 

He  swung  to  and  fro,  hands  still  twitching,  the 
stretched  rope  giving  forth  a  doleful  creaking.  At 
each  gyration,  a  black  shadow,  ominous  and  terrible, 
swept  across  the  floor  to  the  opposite  wall,  driving 
the  snorting  horse  up  in  his  stall.  Black  spots 
danced  before  the  girl's  eyes;  she  leaned  for^vard, 
paralyzed,  her  mouth  wide  open  as  though  to  cry 
aloud,  but  silent,  fascinated  by  the  dance  of  death. 
An  uneasy  whinny  from  the  horse  restored  to  her 
the  power  of  motion.  She  moved,  and  with  thr 
released  breath  came  forth  the  suspended  cry  of  the 
agonized  spirit. 

She  flew  at  the  rope  tooth  and  nail,  tearing  her 
fingers  on  the  hard-drawn  knot  without  loo.sening  a 
strand.    Despairingly  she  glanced  around  the  cabin. 

274 


A 


'III-   OK    Tin:    \,i,,sK 


^Vn  axe  loaned  in  tlie  corner.    Ono  stn.k,.  and  h.  w.. 
clown;  then,  laying  l.j.s  head  on  her  h.p,  she  drew 

;v.h  careful  haste,  the  l.een  edge  aero';  the  nool' 
The  fghtened  strands  flew  apart,  an.l  with  a  hollow 
.  ound  fresh  air  riishe.l  to  the  choke.l  lungs.  Taking 
her  wet  skirt,  she  wiped  the  blood  ,^,„i  f,„t,,  ,Vo„, 
hm  mouth;  thnn,  pillowing  his  luv.,!  on  her  bo.son. 
^e  rocked  to  and  fro,  waiting  in  agony  for  a  sign  of 

Slowly  the  man's  soul  eame  l.aek  from  the  valley 
of  the  shadows.  The  lagging  purses  took  up  their 
beat,  and  a  sigh,  faint  as  the  breath  of  suram.-r 
issued  from  his  lips.  She  heani  it.  R.-aching  over' 
she  pulled  the  blankets  from  the  bunk  and  made  a 
pillow  for  his  head.  Then  she  got  water  and  poured 
some  m  his  mouth.  He  swallowed,  groaned;  his 
eyeluls  moved  antl  opened. 

For  nearly  a  minute  he  stared  blankly  at  the 
ceiling,  a  n.izzle.l  look  on  his  face,  trying  to  colk-ct 
his  thoughts.     Then  lis  eye  lighted  on  tlu-  girl 
She  rose,  blurhing,  and  shook  her  long  hair  around 
her  shoulders. 
"May?" 

He  sat  up  and  gazed  round  the  cabin,  striving  to 
understand.  The  axe  and  the  severed  noose  lay 
beside  him,  the  rope  dangled  from  above. 

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T 11  K   1'  n  I)  D  A  T I  ()  ri  K  u 

"You— tlid— this?" 

"I  tried  to  warn  you,"  she  said,  softly.     "I— I" 
—shuddering—"  was  too  late  to  prevent—" 
"After  the  way  I—" 

She  raised  her  hand.    "Forgot  it!    And  now  I 
must  go;  baby— wants  me." 

As  she  turned,  Glen  got  to  his  knees.  He  held 
out  his  hands,  but  the  obstinate  Scot-Cree  blood 
denied  liim  speech.  Unseeing,  she  moved  towards 
the  door.  A  mighty  battle,  fiercer  than  the  thun- 
dering tempest,  raged  in  the  man's  soul.  The  old 
Btubl  .>rn  spirit  fought  fiercely  and— lost.  Like  the 
breaking  of  a  flood,  a  suffocating  cry  burst  forth  • 
"Forgive!" 

.She  had  conquered,  and,  woman-like,  in  the  hour 
of  victory,  surrendered.  Returning,  she  bent  over 
and  laid  her  cheek  to  his,  but,  stooping  in  utter 
abasement,  Glen  bowed  down  and  kissed  her  feet. 


A  TALE  OF  THE  PA^qviA  POST 


A  TALE  OF  THE  PASQUIA  POST 

l^ORTH  of  line  fi^ty,  tho  gloom  of  night  follows 
l^ast  on  tho  trail  of  the  sotting  Ln  TlJ 
twilight  .s  so  short  us  to  bo  scarcely  ,lo.' rving  of  th 
name;  an.l  .t  therefore  behooves  the  travfller  to 
t'l  I  n,"T"'"'^  ''"-'"'  '^  '"'  '"^^  ^--^ht  of  a  goal 
2  rr-^T"  ''"'  ^""  ""'•  '^'  horizon.  S 
hm  fa.l  m  th.s  ami,  dovoure.l  of  „.„.s,ui,«,,   ^e 

2?^^C'^^^^°-"™'-tht 

Fat!"Tp'^f  °^  ""''  «"-in'Portant  fact  caused  the 
Fac  or  of  Pelly  to  turn  sharply  in  his  saddle  when 
the  last  rays  of  the  sun  were  obscured  by  a  dista," 
^ump  of  poplars.  He,  with  old  Sandy  and  t 
mZ  "::  ™«  '^^  ^t^^teh  of  lake  and  slough 
which  hes  between  the  base  of  the  Pasquia  Hills  and 
the  sleepy  waters  of  the  Carrot  River'  They  Jre 
a^good  s,x  days  north  of  Pelly-far  beyond  the 
u^ual  huntmg-grounds-but  furs   had  not  been 

27!) 


The   Probationer 

coming  in  very  lively  of  lato,  and  the  Commissioner 
at  Garry  was  a  dour  man  and  hard  to  please. 

Where  s  the  Beaver?"   the   Factor  asked,  in 

camp?  We'll  be  eaten  alive,  and  that  without 
sauce,  m  less  than  ten  minutes  from  now  " 

J^i'^T^'''"''!"'',"  ''P"''*  ^^'  ''•Wer,  "that  the 
red  deds  pushed  awa'  ahead.  They  Obijays  we 
fell  m  wi'  three  days  syn'  tell't  him  a  muckle  o' 
queer  tales  o'  these  pairts.  An'  I'm  no  sayin',"  he 
added,  gazmg  suspiciously  around,  "that  it's  no' 
a  fearsome  place." 

Fearsome  it  certainly  was.  The  weird  wailing  of 
a  solitary  loon  came  from  the  reeds  of  a  marehy 
slouga  close  by,  the  night-wind  rustled  softly  through 
the  gloomy  spruce,  and  a  distant  owl  filled  the  air 
with  his  solemn  questioning. 

Pressing  forward  at  a  gallop,  they  soon  overtook 
the  Beaver.  The  great  wheels  of  the  Red  River 
cart  had  ceased  to  send  north  their  monotonous  com- 
plaint—ho was  waiting  for  them. 

"What's  the  matter,  Beaver?  Why  haven't  you 
camped?"  The  cheery  tones  of  the  Factor's  voice 
echoea  and  re-echoed  through  the  dismal  swamps 
and  woods. 

"No  like  to  camp.    Heap  bad  spirits  here.  Long 

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well,  push  on  and  camp  at  the  first  hiah 
Spirits  are  better  comnanv  th.T        '^'e'l  ground. 
Ttin  o,.„  I  •  ^"'"Pany  than  niosqu  toes  " 

The  creaking  cart  lumbered  on  into  the  .!;.     • 

vent  to  human-like  exclTmaZ;  ''°«'^  ^'^^« 

Wiping  their  chops  SXrs'TnS^r' 
moved   forwarrl     a    .1       ■  '^"'^  "'"■''  they 

P-^sion:;^:,::;«;,-;PP'n.   ^wearm^ 

which  on  rilgtwirthrrT?  '  '"■^'^  '"'^''«='^' 
-me  large  buSdinr  H  couM  t  T''^  ""  *''  ^ 
gables  dimly  outlined  agli"  h^l  l'  ""^'"''"^ 
no  smoke  arose  from  Z    1!  '''•"'k-gray  sky; 

-litary,  and  ^lent     aZ^^TTI  1  ^^^^  "=^^'^' 

;vhich  came  the  dank  s        :;tf:/""' "''''■'" 
'eaves,  surrounderl  tt.    i,-    ■  ^'""■'■'  •■"* ''"ff 


The   Pbobationer 

Factor's  halloa.  The  atmosphere  of  mystery  about 
the  place  affected  even  the  animals;  the  horses 
sniffed  the  air  suspiciously,  and  the  dogs  crept 
whining  between  the  legs  of  their  masters. 

"What  place  can  this  be?"  asked  the  Factor. 
"I  had  no  knowledge  of  any  house  in  these 
parts." 

"  It  maun  be  the  auld  po.st,"  aaswered  the  trapper. 
"Years  agone,  i'  the  time  o'  Factor  McKenzie,  the 
Company  had  an  outpost  i'  thees  direction;  but 
they'd  a  micht  o'  trouble  wi'  the  Injuns,  an'  drawcd 
it  in.  I'd  a  thocht  it  wad  'a'  burnt  doon  lang  syn', 
but  there's  a  power  o'  lakes  an'  sloughs  aboot  here, 
an'  I  reckon  they  keepit  the  fires  awa'." 

"  Well,  climb  over,  Sandy,  and  chop  off  that  bar. 
We  stay  here  to-night." 

"I'm  no  exactly  likin'  the  job.  The  place  has 
aye  an  uncanny  luik."  The  Scotchman  spoke  in 
uneasy  tones. 

"Give  me  the  axe,  then.  We  stay  here  to-night, 
spirits  or  no  spi.'.ts." 

A  few  vigorous  strokes  of  the  axe,  and  the  great 
gates  fell  in  from  the  rotting  hinges.  The  dogs 
plunged  across  the  open  space  and  rushed  towards 
the  building,  bnrking  furiously.  .\  hollow  echo  an- 
swered the  noisy  baying,  and  (hey  saw  within  the 

2S2 


A  Tale   of  the   P.v.s.niA    I'„st 

old  house  that  which  sent  the,„  back,  bristling  and 
uneasy,  to  tiie  Factor's  heels. 

The  superstitious  Indian  made  trembling  haate 
towards  the  getting-on  of  a  fire.     He  gathe'e.H^ 

forth  hs7rr'  ''^  ''"''•="  '''"''  -'''  •'""«■"« 

hnlT         f /^   '""■'^   '■='"«''(;   with   coa.xing 

he  blaze  shootmg  upward,  brilliantly  illumined  thci 

S  T"  ""'  °'  *;"  °"  ^"'^'■-  I'  --"Old 
Red  Kiver  frame,  and  the  plaster  wa.s  fallen  awav 
from  the  cracks  between  the  logs,  leaving  it  >h. 
very  skeleton  of  a  building.  The'shutter  w  e  ^1 
gone  and  the  black  .spaces  looked  forth  like  ghostly 
eyes  from  the  scarred  front  ^       ^ 

aZ^'ZTT  ''"""'  "  '""''"«  '"•^"''  f'-°'"  'he  tire 
and   walked   over   to   the   open   door.     The   does 

whmed  as  though  to  warn  him,  followe.l  him  fo^^^ 
few  step,,  ,  ,h.„  ran,  howling,  back  to  the  fire 
He  stepped  w.thm.  A  cry  of  horror  an.l  surprise 
bu^t  from  his  lips,  and  he  .stagg,.red  agains  ' 
advancmg  Scotchman.  The  torch  dropped  from 
h.s  hand,  ,t.s  last  sputtering  sparks  i,u'.u.sifyig 
h  black  darkness;  but  lit  up  by  nature's  .secret 
Jhe„,y.  all  sinning  with  phosphorescence,  the  awful 
thmg  reniauied  ui  full  view. 


The   Probationer 

Giving  vent  to  an  hysterical  "Gude  save  us!" 
the  trapper  shot  through  the  door  and  ran  for  the 
reassuring  blaze  of  the  fire.  But  the  Factor  was 
made  of  different  clay.  Ceaseless  conflict  with  iron 
forces  of  nature  and  incessant  strife  with  wild  beasts 
and  wilder  men  had  hardened  his  soul,  wherefore 
he  stood  his  ground  and  faced  the  thing.  The 
door  swung  to  behind  him  with  a  mournful  creak 
and  shut  him  in  with  the  dead.  He  was  sore  afraiil, 
and  breathed  faster  than  his  wont,  yet  moved  not 
nor  gave  sign  of  the  inward  terror.  Small  wonder 
that  he  felt  the  touch  of  fear!  The  blighting 
philosophy  of  modernity,  which  destroys  the  hope 
of  man  while  fortifying  him  against  the  terrors  of  the 
imagination,  had  not  yet  laid  its  leprous  hand  on 
the  men  of  the  woods.  To  him  the  spirits  of  gootl 
and  evil  were  concrete  realities,  and,  for  aught  he 
knew,  the  thing  before  him  might  be  one  of  the 
my  'nd  shapes  of  the  Father  of  Sin. 

"Bring  a  light!" 

The  command  issued  from  firm -set  lips.  The 
trapper  would  willingly  have  disobeyed,  but  there 
was  in  the  voice  that  which  demanded  obedience. 
So,  fortifying  himself  with  a  couple  of  burning 
brands,  he  re-entered  the  building.  The  ruddy 
light  of  the  torches  penetrated  into  every  corner 

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A  Tale  of  the   Pasquia   Post 

of  the  room,  falling  full  upon  the  thing  an.l  dis- 
pelling Its  unearthly  radiance. 

It  was  the  skeleton  of  a  man  lying  beneath  the 
adder  which  led  to  the  room  above.    Only  a  skele- 
ton! yet  surely  never  before  had  human  being  set 
eyes  on  such  a  frame.    The  curving  backbone  rose 
from  between  shoulder-bla.les  of  unusual  width 
telling  the  story  of  an  immense  hump.    The  bones 
of  one  leg  were  shorter  than  those  of  the  other 
the  hips  set  wide  apart,  and  the  legs  bn-ved  like 
those  of  a  gorilla.    The  entire  frame  was  massive 
and  strong,  and  marked  the  owner  .as  having  been 
broad   .^luat,  misshapen,  and  immensely  powerful. 
The  skull  was  that  of  an  Indian,  but  the  brow  rose 
high  above  the  eyeless  sockets,   denoting  an  in- 
telligence far  above  the  average  of  the  race;  yet  with 
this   miusual   development   were   associated   local 
pecuharit-s  which  indicated  the  basest  passions 
strangely  sirust^r  was  the  impression  conveyed  by 
this  last  poor  remnant  of  a  man,  so  marked,  indeed 
as    to   strike    even    the    dull    perception    oi   the 
trapper. 

^^  "The  chiel  was  na'  verra  bonny,"  he  remarked 

an  it  wad  pay  a  man  weel  tae  keepit  a  twa  days' 

journey  frae  the  likes  o'  him.    An'  what's  thees?" 

tie  had  stumbled  over  something  lying  on  the 

2g3 


The    PnoDATio  V  f,  n 

floor.    "Gudo  save  us!  oef  it  is  no'  an  auld  ledgy  o' 
the  Company's!" 

Tho  Factor  took  the  booic  from  his  hand  and 
waliced  over  to  the  firelight.  An  old  ledger  it 
surely  was,  bound  in  sheepskin  and  cornered  with 
brass.  The  entries  were  made  in  a  neat,  clerkly 
hand,  and  set  forth  the  amounts  of  goods  received, 
the  manner  of  their  disposal,  and  the  number  of 
bales  of  fur  despatched  to  Garry.  The  last  entry 
read : 

"  To  Silent  Man.  to  killing  that  thief  Esthahagan. 
1  Musket  and  2  Horns  of  Powder." 

The  faded  writing  carried  the  Factor  back  to 
those  old  times  of  trouble  and  bloodshetl,  and  the 
persons  mentioned  passed  before  him  in  a  long 
phantasmagoria.  He  mused  quietly  over  the  yellow 
pages  and  speculated  as  to  their  lives  and  deaths. 
M'Garry,  the  recording  clerk,  he  knew  became 
Commissioner  of  Garry,  and  died  full  of  years  and 
honor.  But  what  of  these  others,  whose  little 
lives  were  just  as  important  in  their  own  eyes  and 
those  of  God?  They  also  had  departed  and  were 
as  the  last  year's  grass. 

But  what  is  this  entry  on  a  new  page,  written 
in  a  great,  sprawling  hand?  M'Garry's  trim  goose- 
quill   never  fashioned   that  splashing  scrawl.    A 

2S6 


A   Talk   of   the    I'asqvia    Post 
sharpene.1  stick,  ,lip,x..l   in  soot  and  grea.^  and 
w.elded  by  a  he.  -v  hand,  alono  could  have  produced 
Ind  read  o:'""'^^'""^'"^^"  -•-''''  P'^Se 

St^n^'Ar.::::^:*-;'!";  ^^^  -^  ">«  company 
the  point  of  death,  write  thhthatthnl       T"'  ^'"^  "' 

while  they  are  still  few,  wUl  I  it  00^  th  "f  "^V'''-"' 
and  labor,  the  things  I  have  ,e™  '  *'"'"^''  ""'^  P"'" 

stoutness  I  mi,rhf  ?  ,  ,'  '""^  """"  ""»?*  unhealthy 
Detr'ThuTf  Ullr  """  '"""«  "'^-  '^°'*  "'  "'^ 
me.'rC  s^t  upon'  re"t^  '"""'^^  '"'  ^'''"^"^  «>at  was  in 


M    '  .  , 


The   Probationer 

fear  of  the  law,  fled  to  a  seaport  and  took  ship  for  Canada. 
But  these  things  are  past  and  gone,  and  I  must  on  with 
my  tale,  for  out  in  the  woods  To-wo-bat  dances  the  death- 
dance  in  the  blaze  of  his  red  fire,  waiting  for  me,  even  as  the 
snapping  wolf  waits  for  the  wounded  bull.  All  of  his 
warriors  have  I  slain,  and,  if  l.e  but  come  before  my  waning 
strength  is  sped,  him  too  will  '  send  after  them." 

"Sandy,"  said  the  Factor,  glancing  up  from  the 
book,  "did  you  ever  hear  of  one  John  West?" 

"John  West  — John  West!  Why,  tae  be  sure, 
I've  heerd  tell  o'  the  man.  He  was  Factor  o' 
Elphinstone.  Strong  John,  they  caod  him,  for  he 
was  main  strong  o'  his  hands.  They  said  he  went 
clean  daft  ower  a  half-breed  squaw,  and  gaed  amiss- 
ing  just  afore  the  Company  drawed  in  the  Pasquia 
Post." 

"  Listen  to  this,  then : 

"Zaar  I  sent  from  me  under  the  cover  of  last  night,  that 
she  fall  not  again  into  the  lecherous  hands  of  To-wo-bat. 
'Let  me  stay,  thit  I  may  die  with  thee,'  she  pleaded,  not 
knowing  that  men  kill  not  the  desire  of  their  eyes.  But  I 
was  firm,  and  instructed  her  in  the  trail  to  Pelly,  and  gave 
her  wise  counsel  that  she  marry  a  man  of  the  Company. 
For  she  is  fair  to  look  upon  and  would  be  the  better  of  a 
husband.  And  she,  weeping,  promised  faithfully  to  obey 
my  behests,  wherein  she  set  a  pattern  to  women  of  whiter 
skins'  though,  alack!  the  flesh  is  weak,  and  a  little  less 
obed:  ace  in  this  matter  would  have  been  more  pleasing. 

"  I  remember  well  the  day  I  first  set  eyes  upon  her — an 
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A   Talk   of   tiik   I'asquia    1'ost 
evU  one  for  Red  Mike,  the  Irish  trapper.    He  had  nmrkod 

uirh.h       "'''•    *""  """y  i""'"'  I  """t  him  flying 
throuKh  the  a,r.  so  said  the  men  that  took  him  up  and  hi! 

my  male  '^  '"'"  "'"  '^■''■■^  "'  '*"'  e'^'  that  day  and  knew 
"That  night  I  sought  the  tcpcc  of  the  old  aoi.aw  hn, 
mother,  and  bought  the  girl  with  a  great  store  of  mer 
ehand,se.  And  I  would  have  ta>en  he?  to  my  house  a  .d 
Zaar  was  w.lhng.  But  the  old  erone  would  none  ofTt  she 
must  needs  first  handle  the  goods.  ' 

"  Oh,  that  I  had  known  it !    Without  the  tepee  his  nriek 

ears  eoeked  to  the  listening,  lay  the  twisted  devH  Wo'^: 

The  next  n,o,    n,g  I  loaded  a  Red  River  .art  with  the 

merchandise,  the  price  of  the  girl,  and  made  nTy  wly 

^Tor„:'t  one  w^tfT'^  ''''"  ^"""""^  '"'"^  '"«  ■"«•" 
"I  will  say  naught  of  the  hell  that  raged  withir  mo  at 

and  thVl'i     ^°-™-'"'t  ''"■•"^  his  red  fire  in  the  woods, 
thtd  hL  T  e^'-'VP""  >"«•     It  suffices  that  on  the 

th  rd  day  I  eame  upon  them  in  the  Riding  Mountains. 

li.ht  rr  ":^}'^f  ^''''"  ^  ^""^  ^^^^  though  the  spm  e  the 
light  of  the  lodge-fires.  The  drums  I  had  heard  loig  before 
?ln  ^"Zu^^'  something  of  importance  waS  a  oo  ' 
fnT'"vf  V^"  ""'  "'  ""y  '"'"y- 1  ""'de  my  way  to  a  plat 
in  the  brush  close  to  the  tepees.     It  was  almost  dark  but 

lVhr."uo  th""'  "'  "r"  --■'""go"  high,  brillLX 

bla^rau7strin  V'"T'  ■'"''  ""'''^'^'  '^'"'  '"'*<'^  P»i"t^'-1 
Wack  and  striped  with  white,  so  that  they  looked  death- 

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<)  HATION  KH 


i! 


■.| 


thTif;   '^  ™'"'"'  ?""•* "  »»^'  "'"i  ""^  -<••'  "p  close  to 

ho  fire,     rheir  eye.  glittered  with  unholy  'ight  andThev 
uttered  hideous,  yells  a..d  screams.     Long  ropes  „f  hide 

for  the  hanging,  and  as  each  danced  he  threw  hin>,el 

r^  r  LI'^'T^u*"'"'  "^"y-  When  .,„e  suece," 
ran  amuck  through  the  crowd  of  watching  „,,uaw,  biting 
pieces  out  of  the  bodies  of  those  he  met.  At  ,  he  f lot  oh! 
great  pole  stood  the  chief  devil  of  them  all.  He  was  a  man 
of  mighty  thews  a,Kl  sinews,  broad  and  s,,u...t,  ami  a  JTea 
hump  rose  from  between  his  shoul.lers  6ne  eg^w^ 
shorter  than  the  other  and  he  limped  as  he  danced  HU 
iThr  TTk"''.''^'*  '^''"''"'"'  '"''""'-bright  red,  barfed 
Zt  Ki  '  t^^  ^^-  "  "^'"'^y  "'""'•  A  towering  head- 
dress of  black  featheni  rose  above  hi:     from  whi-^h  I  judged 

I  noticed  al»ut  this  man-there .«,  emed  to  be  method^n  hU 
madn^.  For  all  hU  frenzy,  he  kept  a  «harp  eye  around 
him  and  saw  everything  that  was  going  on.    On  occasion 

II  rmingle'r  ''"'  ""''  "'"'  ''"  «-  '""'  ^  -""'eap 
"While  noting  these  things,  I  looked  for  Zaar  among  the 

arr'th"?""  ''"  ""'=  ""'  ""^  ''^'-"  'o  be  seen  mol  ng 
among  the  tepees.  * 

"One  after  the  other  the  young  bunks  tore  themselves 

T^wX.    ?K     [T  ,"™'  '^^  ''""  doctor-for  it  ta 
To-wo-bat-thrust  backward  with  a  mighty  shove,  and  set 

rr  tTt-  ^\T'  *''•>  "S^-^^-e  Bhout,%he  hell's  cr^w 
ran  shneking  through  the  village.     He  of  the  feathers 

"A  woman's  screan,!    I  jumped  to  my  feet,  unmindful 
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A   Talk   or   tuk   PA.sgr.A    P„st 

the  devil  doctor  following  f,.,.  „;;'•""'."""" '"ylire-tiM,,, 
before  did  eripnl,.  run  ,  f„I,  u  ""'"'"«  ""  *"'■••  >"v.t 
out  his  hand  to  ...  z  h"r  "o.. "j*"'  """'•  ""  l""'  ^-uho, 
round  the  w.,ist.  (ireut  (in,!  r  "'."'"'  "'"■"  '  '"<•''  *>"•> 
before  had  man  boo  Z'^^^.^Z .^r^}''-  »-'  ^'-.r 
for  fully  half  «  n.i.ute  the  rl"^  r'^ir '?""«•'"''"•  y«' 
smote  hin,  so  that  he  lay  nult  ""*  '"^•-     '^■'""  ^ 

"And  now  should  I,  as  a.  .vi«,>  ~ 
position  of  responsibility  of  the  Cw"'  "'     T  ""^  ''"'•""«  » 
;v.th  the  Kirl;  but  h./w„  7^, "  'C ""•  '"""  '^'""'^"-" 
forthwith  foil  racing  o,.  th   ; 'u7,„;  ,  "^j  ""^'rils,  and  I 
tho  limb  of  a  tr,.o  of  the  thi.knn.l  ,>f  '"  '">'  '"'■"'■'  «''« 

this  I  sl,.w  ten  of  them  nor  s, no?""""'™;  '"  '  «i"> 
presently  the  remnant X  "r  t  H  o/Th  '"""  '"''"•  ^'"' 
woods,  leaving  n,e  ma-^er  of  thell      *■'"""■'  ""''  '"  "'" 

I  took  her  up  in  my  great  a      'n.'  .  '  '^'"''  ""^  ^'"< 

arms  around  my  neck  my  C  ll  "  "'""  'l'"""''-  •>- 
bosom.  And  in  this  wise  wo  .  Jr  o  ?."'1. *""■  ^'"''"'^ 
"l>eefmg  to  find  ,hcrc  M'Garrv  W  I  '  ''""'"'"  '''«t, 

'■eyed,  her  rounded  limbs  estCthH  ""'"•  ^'  '"'  '""^ 
she  told  me  of  her  father,  the  jli'^o';"''?^''  '"^  »™^. 
vows  'For  my  mothe  was  beau  uT';,'  '"'«"'  ^"' 
saitl  she,  'though  now  old  An!l  ill  f  '"   "'""'"   '•">'«>' 

lovemestill,whtnUoo  am  old  ;r'7'-,.  ''"^  '^■'"  'h"u 
-ne  also  of  the  witch;ries  of  What  ^ 'r  t"^  '^'^  '"'^ 
mind  for  a  long  time,  and  buTw^ted^r  h'' '""'  '"  "' 
how  he  waved  his  hand  nuo-  u  "'^"t  '"r  her  ripen  ng: 
bought  her,  so  that  i^lea^  u^  Zm  "'  '"  »"«  "'«•>'"' 
"Pe'l^  and  incantations  whieh  To  w^'lf'''  """^  "'  ">« 
~  that,  though  loath£i;rrlrd£  stf 


The   P  II  o  n  a  t  I  o  n  e  n 


folded  her  tent  and  departed  in  the  night.  Also,  «ho  told 
mc  of  hia  crueltieH  and  wiekedni'ss,  the  hl<e  of  which  man 
never  heard  bcforr  ■  But  thou  wilt  not  let  him  have  .nc7' 
she  finished,  low.  •  her  head  and  looking  into  my  eyes. 
And  I,  awearing  a  j;,,at  oath,  pacified  her. 

"At  night  wo  lay  beneath  the  spruce,  her  head  pillowed 
on  my  arm,  her  sweet  breath  gently  stirring  the  hair  on  my 
brow;  and  sometimes,  when  lying  thus,  I  lay  awake  thinking 
of  the  great  happincs-t  this  savage  maid  h-d  brought  inc. 
It  was  in  one  of  these  wakeful  spells  that  I  caw  the  red  blaie 
of  To-wo-bat'a  fire  far  off  in  the  forest,  and  knew  that  he 
was  not  dead.  And  beeaus.^  of  this  the  next  day  I  bestowed 
Zaar  safely  in  a  covert,  she  sore  afraid  for  me,  and  I  lay  in 
ambush  for  'fo-wo-bat  and  his  men.  Thev  came,  but  the 
arch-fiend  lagged  behind.  Ten  of  them  passed  me  by,  and 
but  three  returned  to  tell  of  the  manner  of  the  going  of  the 
others.  Right  valiantly  tf.^y  fought,  as  became  better 
men  in  a  more  righteous  quii  rrel,  and  they  sorely  wounded 
me  before  I  desvatched  thcni;  so  that  I  was  in  great  pain 
and  could  no  more  carry  Zaar.  This  troubled  me  much, 
but  she  was  of  good  cheer  bi ,  ause  I  was  spared  to  her,  and 
bound  up  my  wounds  and  said— brave  girl!— that  she 
loved  walking.  And  t;  us  on  the  third  day  after  the  fight 
wo  came  to  Pesquia. 

"Alack I  M'Garry  and  his  men  were  gone.  Not  for 
myself  did  I  care,  but  for  the  girl,  whom  I  had  hoped  to 
bestow  safely  until  such  time  as  we  could  safely  return  to 
Elphinstone.  But  she  took  it  in  good  heart,  saying  that 
we  should  rest  here  until  1  was  healed  of  my  wound,  and 
then  we  would  make  for  PcUy,  where  the  good  men  of  the 
Company  lived. 

"Were  all  the  m^n  in  the  Company  as  good  as  I?  she 
asked,  having  in  her  great  love  forgotten  Red  Mike,  the 
Irish  trapper.    And  was  it  true  that  we  loved  our  wives 
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A   Talr  of  thk   Pahq,,,.,   Post 

<l>.'  thine  «•«,     uvLT::        '  """">-fKr..«t  o«,h,  that 
half.     Yea-"        ^      ^'  ""  ""^  '"°'"  ^'-f'-'ly  the  latter 

Tho  nanative  stoppo,!.    A  puff  of  win.l  .,wavo,l 
he  branchc.  of  the  R|.x>,„y  fore...    The  Z  ' 
moon  n«u.g  above  tho  horizon,  «ho.l  a  re.l  liZ 
through  the  trer^    nn,l    »i      •  .  ** 

1  actor  CO       .avo  .,worn  it  was  the  retl  fin,  „f  To-wo- 
bat     The,    wa«  chilly,  and  he  «hive-ed. 

Its  no  1,  >nishe,I?"  Interrogate,!  the  trapper 
nexttag:/" '^-    ^^  *>-  '^  ^-s  again  rthe 

wall   through  wh'h  I  r^ht'^e  thrfi^'orr  '''"!'  "'  "■« 
burned  briffhtlv  and  w„.  ,  ,        "  "'  ^o-wo-bat.     It 

mine  hour  applrhllVr''  '■'?'^;'  '^'''-'-^'f"'-'"  '  '"-v 
thought  «he'lLrdtor  ne  t  at:lther"r  •  "?""■  ' 
but  when  I  put  forth  mv  l,„n  "."""''"  ''''«™  '«''•  <'hil<l, 
it  was  n  dream.  But  I  m,  tt  h  T*^  '^'""•'  ""''  '  "<"'•* 
I'.id  a  hold  of  my  wounds  and  atT:';  \'  '"'  '^f  "^"■""  ''""' 
"The  second  night  of  our  Iv       n  '  '  '"■""'  ''Rht-hoaded. 

'■irt  fever  and  auim^  ^nlTed  fn''''"''' '  "^  '"'''"•'f " 
And  at  midniirht  thTrn  '  ''"•'""'«  "ot  oven  Zaar. 


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The   Probationer 


;'f|,'  i 


babbled  on  with  my  maunderings,  knowing  them  not  for 
enemies  until  they  hacked  mc  with  their  knives.  The 
blade  of  one  sank  deep  into  my  arm.  Whether  it  was  the 
blood-letting  or  the  sight  of  Zaar  in  the  grasp  of  another  I 
know  not;  she  had  sought  to  throw  herself  between  them 
and  me,  and  in  the  struggle  her  robe  was  torn  from  her. 
But  none  lived  to  tell  <>f  er  loveliness  The  head  of  one  I 
shattered  with  my  fisi,  'le  second  I  took  up  by  the  feet, 
and,  using  him  clubwise,  killed  the  third.  This  last  rogue 
told  us  before  he  died  that  To-wo-bat  lingered  out  in  the 
woods,  having  no  stomach  for  a  second  encounter.  They 
also  had  no  liking  for  the  work,  but  he  made  great  in- 
cantation before  them,  and  showed  them  a  black  glass 
wherein  they  could  see  me  lying  sore  and  helpless;  and  thus 
encouraged,  they  came  on. 

"  There  remains  little  to  tell.    Zaar— something  moves 
below — " 


"Take  a  'ight,  Sandy.  I  must  see  what  is  uj)- 
stairs  in  the  old  house." 

The  trapper  pulled  a  couple  of  blazing  brands 
from  the  fire  and  followed  the  Factor  toward.?  the 
old  store.  The  night-winil  rustled  gently  through 
the  trees,  sighing  a  peaceful  requiem;  the  door 
swung  to  and  fro,  uttering  its  melancholy  groan, 
and  in  the  far  distance  a  wandering  coyote  raised 
his  mournful  howl.  The  dank  smell  of  the  rotting 
leaves  rose  in  the  nostrils;  all  was  laden  with  the 
odors  of  decay  and  death. 

"How  did  this  man  come  by  his  death?"    The 

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A   Ta,,e   of   rur    .'.vsgniA   Post 
Factor  stooped  over  the  grotesque  frame  of  To-wo- 

skul  stuck  a  tnangular  piece  of  rusted  steel 

Look  here,  Sandy.    He  was  k-ilUi  o   i 
ed  the  ladder."  "^  '*■'  '"'  '"""""t- 

"I  reckon  that  wee  bit  of  iron  cam'  from  thees^" 

blow,    he  added  as  they  climbe.l  the  ladder 

The  hght  of  the  torches  flashed  to  the  far  corner 
of  the  old  garret.  There,  to  the  right  hy  S 
which  they  had  come  to  see-the  \Sl' 

her  arms  about  the  body  of  the  man  she  lov      w' 

The  Factor  uncovered  his  head  nnrl  ct..  .    ■      , 
-sing  beside  the  dead,    ^t:::':^^  ^^Z 
broke  in  upon  his  meditations  ^^ 

"She  was  no'  sa  obedient  as  ho  thocht  for 
Weemen  are  kittle  cattle;  there's  nae  tS  J"e 

but  that's  what  maks  us  luve  them." 


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MATTY'S  CHRISTMAS  PRESENT 


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MATTY'S  CHRISTMAS  PRESENT 


TIROZEN  drift  levelled  the  twin  ruts  of  Bad 
X  Man's  Trail,  making  heavy  going  for  the  sheriff 
of  Willianiette.  Here,  against  the  Canada  line,  the 
trail  traversed  a  bleak  country,  devoid  of  settle- 
ment, counting  thirty  miles  between  solitary  road- 
houses.  It  Vfsxs  always  lonely,  a  peculiar  highway, 
the  counterpart  of  the  paths  which,  of  old,  led  hot 
feet  to  sanctvary. 

Roughly  limned,  it  zigzagged  out  of  North  Da- 
kota, cut  a  wide  angle  in  Montana,  then  jumped  the 
Canada  line  to  lose  itself  in  the  heart  of  Assiniboia. 
But  such  lineal  statement  contains  no  hint  of  the 
weirdness  of  that  wide  traverse— tht  silences  of  the 
Lonesome  Prairies;  the  sand,  rock,  and  coulees  of 
the  Bad  Lands;  the  muskegs  of  the  •  ^h-grass 
regions;  the  twistings  in  the  ScratchL         lis,  d.  • 

as  29'^ 


The   PKonATioNKn 

vious  enough  to  suit  most  of  the  trail's  travel, 
which  rode  with  an  eye  ofxm  for  a  possible  sheriff. 
For  as  yet  extradition  was  little  more  than  a  name 
on  the  border,  and  the  trail  took  its  name  from 
the  "rustlers,"  horse-thieves,  and  forgers  who  rode 
its  lonely  lengths. 

But,  lacking  a  good  extradition  treaty,  Yankee 
sheriffs  and  the  Northwest  Mounted  Polic(?  pooled 
interests,  keeping  an  eye  to  each  other's  quarries. 
It  was  information  from  thi'  other  side  that  had 
brought  the  sheriff  of  VVilliaraette  a  three -days' 
drive  from  home  in  Montana.    The  telegram  said: 

"  Look  out  for  Bill  Walton.  Left  Wood  Mountain  two 
days  ago.  Headinj;  south  for  Bad  Man's.  Remember  me 
when  you  draw  down  that  thousand." 


Bill  Walton  was  a  cow-puncher  of  the  Lazy  Q 
outfit,  who  had  invited  his  fellows  to  dine  with  the 
general  manager  of  a  transcontinental  road.  The 
invitation  had  come  in  this  wise: 

Having  eaten  something  that  di.sagroed  with  liim, 
the  manager,  a  dyspeptic  Easterner,  stopped  his 
train  at  a  small  station  where  the  Lazy  Q  was  en- 
training cattle,  to  relieve  his  feelings  by  "jerking 
up"  the  agent.  But  the  agent  was  popular  with 
the  Lazy  Q.  A  heavy  hand  suddenly  dropped  on 
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the  magnato's  back,  driving  tho  broath  from  his 
body,  while  a  Iwarso  voice  familiarly  accosted  hir.i 
You  re  lookmg  real  well,  Sammy.  We  got  your 
telegram,  an'  we'll  be  right  glad  to  take  dinner  with 
jou,  me  an'  my  friends!" 

The  magnate  did  not  remember  the  invitation  but 
outwardly  meek  and  inwardly  raging,  he  sat  for  two 
long  hours  and  watched  the  Lazy  Q  prop  .lusty  heels 
on  his  white  napery  while  it  swilled  his  costly  wines 
"You're  a  wolf,  Sammy,"  Walton  said,  at  part- 
ing. "Come  out  to  the  range  some  day  an'  howl 
with  us.  An'  whensoever  you're  feeling  dry  going 
through  this  burg,  jest  dismount  an'  chalk  up  three 
lingers  to  Bill  Walton." 

The  outfit's  parting  volley  brought  down  five 
hundred  dollars'  worth  of  glass  and  costly  fixtures 
and  here,  in  the  old  day.s,  the  incident  would  have 
closed.  But  in  Montana  mining  an<l  commercial 
interests  were  beginning  to  overshadow  the  cattle 
business.  Traders  and  miners  had  long  been  clam- 
oring for  law  and  order,  and  now,  owing  to  his 
loquacity  in  the  matter  of  names,  the  storm  cen- 
trecl  on  Bill.  Out  of  his  own  pocket  the  magnate 
offered  a  reward  of  a  thousand  dollars  for  his  ar- 
rest; and  so,  like  the  scapegoat  of  old,  he  bore  his 
sins  and  those  of  the  Lazy  Q  over  the  border. 

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The   1'  n  (1 II  a  t  I  o  n  f.  n 


li 


Wood  Mountain,  where  the  sharp-eyed  Canadian 
po'iceman  had  recognized  the  cow-puncher,  lay  a 
da}''s  ride  north  of  the  border,  and  the  sheriff  had  ex- 
prcted  to  intercept  his  man  on  liis  second  day  out; 
but  this  was  the  evening  of  the  third,  and  another 
hour  would  bring  him  to  his  destination,  a  roailr 
house  on  the  border — a  stopping-place  of  doubtful 
reputation,  built  astraddle  the  line,  so  ihat  a  man 
might  roll  from  one  country  into  the  other  and 
evade  arrest  with  a  minimum  of  disturbance  to  his 
slumbers. 

Dusk,  chill  and  mysterious,  shrouded  the  vast 
snowscape  while  he  was  still  driving,  and  a  huge 
moon  sailed  up  from  behind  a  spectral  butte,  the 
ghost  of  a  hill.  By  its  light  the  sheriff  saw  the 
road-house,  a  low  sod  building,  rise  like  a  ragged 
reef  from  white,  wintry  billows.  In  the  moon  ra- 
diance it  looked  like  an  enormous  reptile,  some  huge 
amphibian  at  re  t  on  the  bosom  of  a  weird  planet- 
ary sea;  nor  was  the  resemblance  destroyed  when, 
at  the  sheriff's  knock,  the  door  opened  like  a  huge 
black  mouth  and  vomited  the  keeper 

Recognizing  his  visitor,  the  man,  a  black-browed 
French  Canadian,  vouchsafed  the  effusive  welcome 
which  was  born  of  the  knowledge  that  his  house 
was  empty.    Also  he  entered  voluble  denials  when 

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MaTTv's     ChHIsTMAS     Pi,,;sK.VT 

the  sheriff  inquiro,!  for  Walton,  saying  that  ho  ha.l 
had  no  stoppers  for  more  than  a  woek 

"AVell,"  the  sheriff  comnicnU-,1,  as  (ho  other  Uwk 
h.s  horse,    if  he  doesn't  eome  to-morrow  I'll  st'rk 
for  home  for  I  promi.sed  the  girls  sure  that  F   t 
back  for  Chr.stmas.    But  lot's  have  no  tricLs,  Lou^' 
~?T.  """'^  threshold,  or  that  sort  of  thi  .g." 
M  s.eu?"  the  man  exclaimed 

Gnnning  at  his  injure.!   innocenco,   the  sheriff 
J^opped  m..oors,  where  the  keeper's  wi.,  a  sl^lte'f 

supper.  While  he  was  eating  the  keeper  came  in 
remarkmg,  a.  he  hung  up  his  lantern,  that  the  moon 
2jIouded  over  and  that  it  would  storm  before 

Midnight  brought  fulfilment  of  his  prophecy  It 
was  a  m.ghty  wind.  It  poured  over  the  road-house 
forcmg  jots  of  snow,  fine  a.s  st«am,  in  through  ev^ 
cranny  Awaking,  the  .^heriff  found  himself  sS 
mg  under  a  drift,  and  after  one  glance  out  atX 
w.Id  flumes  he  concluded  not  to  travel  that  day. 

But  noon  brought  him  a  change  of  mind.  He 
came  hurrymg  through  the  drift  from  the  stable 
where  he  had  gone  to  curry  his  ho,^-,  and  thrust 
h.s  open  hand  beneath  the  keeper's  no,se.     Oh, 


palm  lay  a  locket,  a  gilt  b.iublc  .such 


1 


■mi 


as  swings  at  the 


Illi 


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end  of  a  fob.  It  was  open,  and  from  one  of  its  sides 
the  face  of  a  girl,  pretty  in  a  coarse  way,  looked  up 
at  the  keeper;  on  the  other  was  graven  the  name 
of  a  man  who  was  wanted  in  three  States  for  train- 
robbery. 

"Picked  this  up  in  the  straw  behind  my  horse." 
The  sheriff  grimly  cyod  the  other.  "Right  whore 
it  fell  when  But  Masters  yanked  it  off  in  cinching  up 
his  saddle.  You  tol'  mo  theroM  been  no  travel  on 
this  trail  in  a  week.  How  many  brands  o'  lies  do 
you  deal  in,  Louis?" 

Shrugging,  the  man  stared  at  the  locket  -vith 
sombre  eyes. 

"Before  now  I  have  given  you  the  news  of  the 
trail,  m'sieu— is  it  not  so?"  he  questioned,  hoarsely. 
"But  with  this  man  it  is  different.  A  cry  is  soon 
lost  on  the  prairies,  an'  what  protection  have  we  of 
the  law?  We  have  not  forgotten  Blind  Antoine, 
who  was  staked  out  hand  an'  foot  in  the  path  of  the 
red  ants.  He  lives  longest  who  talks  least.  We 
do  not  desire  crawling  deaths." 

"Well!"  Tlie  sheriff  pocketed  the  locket.  "It 
will  pay  you  to  talk  now.  Hit  it  up,  talk  off  your 
record,  an'  mebbe  I'll  forget  where  I  found  this." 

The  half-promise  brought  the  words  bubbling. 
The  man  had  come  to  them  two  days  before,  had 

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to  Rovornmont  blank<.t.s  an,l  bacon    th,   f"      , 
had  .sai,l,  swoanriR  .Imt  he  proformi  ■„,  A. 

callows  to  Canada  and  p.o^,:^:'    ^,trr 
perate,  .savage,  what  of  his  hard  life,  and     ■   Z 
spoken  n.o«t  bitterly  of  „.',i„u  the  .sh;riff  t      , 
who^d  shot  his  brother  and  bro  J ::'ii;.^^ 

finisLr-rriirf''^^,"''^'''"''' '''-'" 
>u      ■.  ""*  '^"■"  noth  ng  but  rev<.M<r„ 

sajs       I II  strike  him  where  ho  Mve.s''" 

be  ed  ti^^hr"'"'  '""  '"''    '^^  •"''-ff  -"-'n- 
oereci  the  phrriae  in  a  rough  scrawl  whinh  I,,  i 

y  n>ail  after  his  big  coup.    l^:^^^':Z 

time,  deeming  the  threat  as  idle  as  many    h^  ht^ 

"My  God,  man!    Whv  dldn'f  ,.11 

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II 

On  thP  evening  of  that  samo  <lay  a  solitary  hordP- 
man  reined  in  his  Ix-ast  while  he  stared  at  a  group 
of  buil<lings  whieh  had  suddenly  looine<l  out  of  the 
drift  ahead.  Three  hours  ago  the  last  vestige  of 
trail  had  been  blown  from  the  faee  of  the  earth, 
and  sinee  then  he  had  Ix-en  sieering  by  the  uncer- 
tain wind. 

"Story-an'-a-half  log  house,  mud  stables,"  ho 
muttered,  in  satisfied  tones.  "That's  Lanky's 
road-house,  shore.  Billy  Walton,  you're  in  luck! 
Hadn't  no  right  to  expect  to  make  it  so  easy.  Put 
up  your  hoss,  son,  an'  go  to  supper!"  Without 
more  ado,  he  rode  up  to  the  stables  and  put  in 
after  the  free  fashion  of  the  country. 

But  the  youth  who  presently  banged  the  house 
door  did  not  wear  Lanky  McDonald's  red  beard. 
He  was  a  handsome  lad,  clear-.skinned,  violet-eyed; 
and,  instead  of  flapping  loosely,  his  fringed  moose- 
skins  were  cut  to  his  figure.  From  cap  to  small 
moccasins  he  was  girlishly  neat,  and  his  voice,  when 
he  greeted  the  cow-puncher  from  the  stable  door, 
proved  still  unbroken. 

The  treble,  so  unlike  Red  Lanky's  rusty  bas-s, 


Matty's   Christmas    I'iimsks-t 

Rtartlcd  llif  row-puiicli(T.  Dropping  (lie  wisp  wli|, 
which  h(>  Wiw  rubbiiiK  down  his  Ik'usI,  h<'  whirlcl, 
Run  in  hand;  but  his  arm  ilropi^.d  as  the  youlli  ul- 
tiTpd  a  small  scream. 

"  Why,  diiigfd  if  it  iiiii't  a  woman!    Pardon  mo— 
miss!"     He-  ehtssififd  hw  acconlinK  to  her  vouthful 
appearance.     "1  didn't  ro  to  scare  you."  If  you 
hadn't  come  so  <iuietly,  or  hadn't  Ix'en  wearing— do 
you  always—"     Tliere  was  an  embarra.ssed  pausf;. 
Though  intuitively  sensing  that  th<-  ((uestion  was 
merely  the  product  of  his  embarrassment,  the  girl 
orojvrly  ignored  it. 
"  .Vhat  are  you  doing  here?"  she  demanded. 
"I  mistook  this  for"— lu"  had  almost  .said  Lanky's 
road-hou.se,   but  he  remendiereil  in  timi;  the  un- 
enviable reputation  of  the  place-"  a  road-hou.se  on 
the  Dakota  line." 

"On  the  Dakota  line?"  she  shrilly  echoed.  "Why, 
that  is  thirty  miles  away!  You  are  in  the  middle  of 
Williamette  County;  only  four  miles  out  from  the 
town." 

The  cow-puncher  experienced  a  sudden  sinking. 
He  had  spent  the  day  skirting  the  holders  of  the 
said  county  only  to  find  himself  in  its  centre!  It 
was,  of  course,  a  common  hap.  He  himself  had 
known  men  to  knock  on  their  own  doors  to  iiKiuire 
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the  way  in  a  blizzard,  but  he  had  never  expected 
to  be  so  fooled  himself.  A  touch  of  shame  mixed 
with  his  alarm.  It  was  chore-time,  and  any  mo- 
ment might  bring  the  men-folks  from  the  house. 

"Begging  your  pardon,  miss,"  he  said,  reaching 
for  his  bridle;  "an'  seeing  that  I've  made  a  mistake, 
I'll  jest  move  on." 

But  already  the  violet  eyes  had  taken  his  inven- 
tory, anil  discovered  the  humorous  mouth  and 
frank  gaze. 

"Go  out  in  this  storm,  and  night  coming  on?" 
she  exclaimed.  "The  idea!  If  dad  was  here  he'd 
pound  you  for  suggesting  such  a  thing!" 
The  cow-puncher  breathed  a  little  easier. 
"But  your  brothers?"  he  objected,  angling  for 
information.  "I  wouldn't  want  to  take  up  their 
stable-room." 

"Haven't  any  brothers." 

"  No  ?  Who  does  your  chores  ?"  She  was  plump, 
pretty,  delicate,  and  well  nurtured,  unlike  the  labor- 
thickened  women  of  the  ranches. 

"I  do  when  dad's  away,  but  there's  not  many. 
We  don't  farm  much,  just  put  up  hay  enough  for 
bed  and  feed.  An'  that  reminds  me— if  you'll  do 
up  the  horses,  I'll  run  in  and  get  on  supper.  The 
pump's  round  the  corner,  and  you'll  find  oats  in 

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Mattv-s   Christmas   Prfh    v^ 

ih     was  offset  by  an  irresistible  desire  to  s,e'  t^ 
f'  T'"-     O"  ^tering  the  house,  however    h 
oar  of  censure  from  Mrs.  Grundy  4s  set  at  res 
or  a  small  girl  of  eleven  met  hin/at  the  Ir  t"  k 

by  The  T  """'^"'  ^""  ■^'''>^-'  '^""  "'  th 'co™e 

of  fitv     Th"'  ''""^""^   '=^«  ^-'"'^    tl-  -lignity 
o   fifty.     The  cow-puncher  felt  quite  in  awe  u,.t  1 
a   or  a  prolonged  survey,  she  eventually  21^at 
Wavor,  and  hopped  to  his  knee  like  I  bird':;;: 

fidIn!L"'n;:tf"C  ''"  ""■  ''■•''"''^'"^  '"'°  -"- 

;-^J;S;^;?-r'i;;i;JT 

wt:">^V-^    Dad,  he  doe.sn't 


hc'f 


«he  has  'em.    She  only  puts  then, 
away,  because  it  makes  me  feel  like 

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man  around.  Wo  had  a  Crow  sijuaw  in  from  the 
Reservation  to  make  thcni." 

Coming  down  just  then,  Matty  put  an  end  to 
further  revelations.  A  pretty  boy  in  mooseskins, 
skirts  transformeil  her  into  a  picture  of  healthy 
young  womanhooil,  a  girl  who.ie  violet  glance  stir- 
red the  cow-puncher.  A  vast  shynes.s  fettered  his 
tonguo,  and  he  felt  immensely  grateful  to  Luce, 
whose  chatter  relieved  him  from  the  necessity  of 
conversation. 

"I'm  eleven,"  the  latter  volunteered.  "M;  ity, 
she's — but  no,  that's  telling!  What  do  you  guess? 
Nineteen?  No,  she's  going  on  twenty-one.  How 
old  are  you?" 

Learning  that  he  was  five  -  and  -  twenty,  she 
branched  off  into  genealogical  research.  Had  he 
any  sisters?  One?  Where  did  she  live?  Indianny? 
Then  he  would  be  on  trail  Christmas,  and  got  no 
turkey  or  pudding!  Appalled  by  the  event  of  his 
calamity,  she  paused  and  surveyed  him  with  pity. 

"But  you  don't  have  to  go.  You  can  stay  right 
here  an'  help  eat  ours — can't  he,  Matty?" 

Looking  up  from  the  biscuit  she  was  rolling  out 
for  supper,  the  girl  nodded. 

"There,  didn't  I  tell  you?"  Luce  ran  on.  "Be- 
sides, if  you  don't  stay  you'll  miss  seeing  dad,  and 
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Matty's   CunisTM.vs   Pkksent 

he's  awful  nice.     Sheriff  of  ^^•illialnetto  ho  i..  an'- 
what's  the  matter?" 
"Spark  burned  my  Iiand,"  Walton  said. 
''Oh,    he's    torr'ble    bravo!"    Luce    continued. 
Kight  now  he's  gone  to  the  Canada  Hno  after  a 
bad  man.     Tliere's  a  thousand  dollars  reward   an' 
if  dad  gets  it  I'm  to  have  a  doll  as  big  as  myself 
an'  Matty,  she's  to  have  a  silk  party  dress.     I  hope 
dad  gets  him,  don't  you?" 

It  was  a  most  astonishing  situation.  The  cow- 
puncher  had  experienced  nothing  like  it  siLre  he 
broke  the  Lazy  Q  backing  "  four  of  a  kind  '  •  ^v  ist 
a  "straight  flush,"  and  after  the  first  astoni.iunont 
he  felt  Its  fascination.  "Torr'ble  joko  on  the 
sheriff,"  would  have  summed  his  thought. 

But  presently  came  remorse.  Hero  two  nice  girls 
were  lavishing  hospitality  on  a  man  who  was  doing 
Ins  best  to  bereave  them  of  Christmas  presents  ! 
At  supper  he  felt  himself  unworthy  of  Matty's  light 
biscuit,  and  when  Luce  hopped  back  to  her  perch  on 
his  knee,  after  she  had  put  away  her  dishes,  his  feel- 
ing bordered  positively  on  criminality. 

Not  that  it  spoiled  his  enjoyment  of  the  evening. 
The  sough  of  a  storm  and  the  hum  of  a  stove  are 
mighty  aids  in  the  ripening  of  acquaintanceship, 
boon  the  edge  wore  off  his  shyness,  and  he  and 

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iii' 


Matty  gradually  drifted  from  commonplaces  tocon- 
ridcnccs.  Both  were  astonished  to  find  how  much 
of  thought  they  shared.  The  iileas  which  filled  the 
round  of  her  lonely  days  on  the  ranch  had  occurred 
to  him  night -riding  under  the  stars.  Simple 
thoughts  they  were,  such  as  are  natural  to  youth 
when  left  untouched  by  city  leprosies,  but  they  be- 
lieved them  striking  and  original  as  the  most  pre- 
tentious deliverances  of  the  philosophers.  So,  in 
this  one  evening,  they  came  to  know  more  of  each 
other  tha  1  they  could  have  learned  in  a  month  of 
ordinary  intercourse.  Matty  liked  him,  and  her 
voice  was  soft  as  her  eyes  when  she  took  Luce 
from  his  arras  and  said  good-night. 

"You  can  take  dad's  room,"  she  said,  pausing  at 
the  foot  of  the  stairs  to  indicate  a  small  bedroom 
that  was  boarded  off  from  one  end  of  the  kitchen. 
And  when  he  answered  that  he  was  figuring  on  the 
stable,  she  exclaimed:  "In  that  cold  place?  Why 
should  you?" 

Hot  pincers  could  not  have  pulled  from  him  his 
real  reason.  He  simply  answered  that  he  often 
slept  with  his  horse,  and  that  he  could  smoke  in  the 
stable. 

"And  so  you  can  here,"  she  answered.  "You'll 
find  pipes  and  tobacco  up  there  by  the  clock." 

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After  she  was  gone  ho  turno,!  <Iown  tlu,  light  and 
sa   stanng  mto  the  stove's  one  eye,  which  gl. , 
redly  through  a  monocle  of  isinghws 

"Do  they,  or  don't  they,  get  that  doll  an'  dress- 
was  the  question  he  propoun.Ied  to  hin.self 

The  world  ha.  known  no  n.ore  chivalrous  knight- 
c  rantry  ,han  that  of  the  range-ri.ler,  and  ,he  Zl 

of  chnalry  couki  not  have  dropped  lance  in 
quicker  than  the  eow-puncher  anLred  the  ^e  ; 

IgetJShS^^"'"'^-— '•     "^'"-'"^ 


III 

DuRi^.o  the  night  the  storm  blew  out;  morning 
broke  fair  and  frosty.     Heaving  up  from  behind  the 
earth's  wh,te  shoulder,  the  sun  just  touched  her  vl  I 
white  bosom  and  set  it  ablaze  with  glittering  .liiv- 
mon<ls.     E.,ch  snow  facet  threw  back  a  ray    ,.'';!, 
the  a,r  was  diamond  in  its  quality.     Waking  late 
Matty  hstene,|  for  a  stir  beneath,  then  permitted  he^ 
reflective  glance  to  wander  between  the  dress  she 
had  won.   the  night  before  and  her  con.fortable 
mooseskms.    Choring  in  skirts  wa^  distressing 
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"I've  a  ,mn,l,"  .she  „„„^.,,  ^,      ,   , 
-        cou,.,  ,i„  „„,  „„„  ,,  ,^  J',J^ 

.ler^ilt";'""":''""'"'— "'p'l- 
kHHnJi'';;;;;:^-     "^-''-tnlghUhatyo 

Thi«  r,.portlu,luhn,«t-,l,.ei,l,.cl  Matty  bu 

J     -.c,,s„p  before  Icon.,.  i„,,o„,,„. 
!rs  "  '■"'"""■'''   f'-"'"   f'-   head 

h^    111  she  could  «.a.H.  withhold  a  burnt  of 

theeLt2yr';''-''-'i-tndde„r 

oiooa,  sljiing,  fascmated     fW  «l,„  ,.„ 
hira  at  once     Thr.  ,    ,       ^or  hlie  recogr 


'  N  E  li 

""I,  "  to  put  fhem 
ur<;  lie  gels  up." 
I'  (;liiij)(.,l  from  un- 
lit tliat  you  looked 

Matty,  but,  in  tlio 

ig- 

.  you'io  not  to  lot 

tlio   head  of  the 

;<'-<'y('(l  iis  a  (leer 
vitli  a  small  nod 

low   COVC'lvd    tll(! 

ire  forced  her  to 
,  the  crisp,  keen 
filing  ^stimulated 
I  burst  of  song.      i 
'<!;  and,  remem- 
'lum— and  so, 
on  a  horseman, 
ritiden  in  from 
it  from  behind 
y's  hum  died; 
she  recognized 
■own,  the  high 
nt  angles,  set 


Matty's  Christmas   Plkskn-t 
forward  upon  the  .sliouhjers  like  tint  of  .,  .      i      . 
beaj,  an  belonged  to  the  por^-J^f',:;!;;; 
n   her  father's    gallery  of  rogue.s.    Only  wW 
the  p.cure  .as  set  and  smiling,  ,h.  .sinLer      ^ 
of  the  hvjng  face  were  in  constant  n.o.ion,  app 
>ng  and  disappearing,  fading  or  deepening  to  eh 
change  of  turgid  thought. 
"Are  you  the  sheriff's  kid?"    His  voire    I,.,,.), 

i ;:  -j-f  eciMatty'sfright.  HiL:::,,!:;^ 

;  homer  "'''"^•'  ^y^-^^-^'i 

She  jumped,  for  the  question  came  out  like   a 
shot  from  a  gun;  then  she  forgot  her  terror     He 

"Won't  speak,  eh?  Well,  I  reckon  you'll  serve 
n  place  of  your  dad.  Jest  about  the  size  o  1 
kKl  brother,  the  kid  he  shot,  ain't  you'"  ^ 

111  u      ""'""■'"'  '"'^''-  J««P^ir-  and  hi 

glance  was  charged  with  the  deadly  h,  te  that  disti 
rem  such  hell-broth.     Matty  was^endurin;.^' 
per.ence  seldom  undergone  by  one  of  her  se.x;  she 

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gazed  into  eyes  that  wore  cruel  with  the  fcrocitj 
wiiich  man  reserves  for  his  fellow-man.  She  realized 
their  menace,  reail  cold  murder  there;  but  murdei 
was  preferable  to  another  look  whose  possibilities 
she  dimly  felt.  Taugiit  by  instinct,  she  prayed 
desperately  that  he  might  shoot  while  she  could  still 
turn  lum  the  face  of  a  man. 

But  even  the  beasts  do  not  kill  in  cold  blood. 
There  arc  preliminary  growlings,  scourgings  of  sides 
with  tails,  and  so  the  outlaw  lashed  himself  with 
the  bitter  whips  of  memory. 

"That's  what!  You're  just  the  size  of  the  kid 
that  was  shot  with  his  hands  up  an'  his  gun  on  the 
ground;  shot  by  your  father  like  I'm—"  He  raised 
his  gun. 

Matty  saw  the  great  white  prairies  heave  drunken- 
ly  about  the  sun.  For  what  seemed  an  age  she 
watched  their  crazy  gyrations;  then  came  a  sharp 
report,  and— blackness! 


IV 


But  the  shot  did  not  come  from  the  outlaw's 
gun.  Returning  consciousness  brought  Matty  the 
sensation  of  a  cold  hand  dabbling  snow  on  her  brow. 


I 


MaTTV'8     CHn,.ST.".VS     l'„Ks,,.VT 

hirot' Lf  "^^.  ''•"r-P"-'-  o„  „„.  knee, 
ni.s  oth,  r  Imnd  covering  the  outlaw.  The  latt*^r  Jt 
h.«  horse,  wringing  u  wounded  wrist  ""' 

.     'Fec^ling   better?"   the   cow-puneh,.r  whispered 

gi'trtSr"'"""'""'^'"^  That's, hei::^ 

g-rl .  Don  t  ell  Luee-no  ase  searing  her.  Tell  her 
I  took  a  eraek  at  a  ptannigan.  Fi]  eo„,e  when  I  ve 
hnwlied  with  this  gent." 

l-ntil  he  heanl  the  door  eiose  on  Matty  he  ke,„ 
his  man  covered.     Then  he  .sai.l  •  ' 

"I  allow,  mi.ster  that  you'd  better  unlin.ber  fron. 
^>at  hos.s  an  let  h,m  walk  ahead  into  the  stable 
Be  a  bit  pertickler,  now." 

Follovving  in,  he  seated  him.self  in  the  doorway 
and  looked  up  at  Hastens,  who  stood  before  hi,  f 
biank,   sullen,   blood   dripping  from   his   .oun.i;;;; 

"I'm  afraid  I've  spoiled  your  shooting  some  " 

he  cow-puncher  said.     Tossing  the  other  the  ke'r- 

tl/r   r  "'"''  """  '=°"''""'"'--  "  T-  t""t  up  afore 

Now     he  went  on,  when  the  other  had  adjuste.l 
the   bandage,    "lot's   tnlt     «„.♦  "^'jusud 

vou'rnin   (■      ,     I  °'^''""   P°'"'    business 

you  re  m,  friend,  shooting  up  girls  " 

frJif  tt'"    ?,"T'^  ^'^"^    ''"=   ..mlignance   clean 
from  the  outlaw's  face.    "Before  God,  partner,  I 

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didn't  '  now  it!  It  was  the  clothes.  I  calculated 
to  gel  the  sheriff  as  he  came  out  to  his  chores. 
He—" 

"Just  holil  your  ho.s.s  there  for  a  minute,  son; 
this  ground's  plugged  full  of  badger-holes.  If  you 
don't  look  out  y  -'l!  bust  the  legs  of  truth.  You 
ilisturbed  my  slumbers,  jest  before  I  potted  you 
through  the  knot-hole,  with  a  brsish  statement  of 
how  your  kid  brother  was  shot  with  both  hands  in 
the  air.    Did  you  see  that  performance?" 

"No;  I  was  in  the  express-car.  1;  '  man  told  me 
that  was  going  through  the  Pullmans." 

"Big  Dave  Reddick,  eh?" 

A  startled  oath  slipped  from  the  outlaw. 

"Who  in — what  do  you  know  of  Dave?" 

"  I  know  that  he  threw  you  down  on  that  hold-up; 
that  he  shot  your  brother,  plugged  him  through  from 
behind  after  the  boy  had  turned  his  gun  loose  on  the 
sheriff;  that—" 

"Oh,  shore!"  The  outlaw  laughed  harshly. 
"This  is  a  weak  hand  you're  dealing  mo,  partner. 
Big  Dave  rode  with  me  out  of  that  mess  " 

"An'  would  have  served  you  up  to  the  coroner 
if  his  hoss  hadn't  dropped  a  leg  down  to  the  ground- 
hogs. Didn't  you  never  wonder  how  he  made  his 
get-away  with  the  posse  jest  eating  up  your  dust? 

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His  <iui..t  confi.lonco  staggoro.!  tho  outlaw  " Part- 
nor     !>..  Rroan,.,l,  "how  ,li,|  you  l.arn  all  thi.sr- 

II.-  oxplanation  w=«  sin.pl.v  That  .su.n.M.T  th. 
cow-puuohor  ha.l  ri-Ui-n  with  H.,iai,.k  on  th,-  Al- 
b.J  a  ranges,  an.l  had  nur..,l  hl„.  through  an  at- 
tack  of  "Icliriuni-troinpns. 

for  you,  th.-  k„l,  an'  th.  .shoriff  by  turns.     No  he's 
not  uj.  tl„.,v  now."     Uo  antirinit,.,!  ii,  '.■ 

<.  n  .       ,  '"""^'P'lii'i I  the  question. 

iJave  sober  knew  what  Dave  ,|runk  ha.l  given 
away,  and  he  could  never  bear  to  ride  with  n.o 
agani.     Lit  out  for  Mexieo  early  in  the  fill  " 

Silence  fell  between  then..  The  eow -puncher 
took  his  eyes  from  the  other's  face,  res,)ecting  its 
agony.  Its  expression  wa.s  indescribable,  and  n.ay 
only  be  app.oximated  by  simHe.  Regret,  ren.orse 
ongmg,  swayed  in  turn;  then  out  flashed  its  plenti- 
ful lines  of  hate  like  jagged  lightning  on  a  night 
sky.  Then  .t  settled,  and  the  man  sighed,  the  hard 
sign  of  renunciation. 

"Partner,"  he  said,  "I'd  like  to  know  whon.  I'.n 
obliged  to  for  heading  me  off  from  a  big  mistake  I 
Sfo  )'Z^'^'f  *^t  Sirl.  What's  your  name? 
Walton?    Not  the  cow-puncher  that  shot  up  the 

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genrral  maiiaKiT's  rar?  Sliorc?  Say,  this  is  a 
funny  piaoc  for  you  to  !«'!" 

"Darkest  under  the  lamp,  you  i<now.  Tiie 
shorilT's  up  Dad  Man's  Trail  after  mo,  an'  I'm 
hern  sitting  in  liis  stable.  He'd  have  got  me, 
though,  if  I  hadn't  taken  a  notion  to  como  down 
through  the  settlements.  I  was  warned  at  Lonely 
Kiver." 

"Me,  too,"  the  outlaw  said,  "though  I  stuck  to 
Bad  Man's  as  far  as  Louis'  place."  Pausing,  he 
adjusted  the  bandages  then,  with  the  gesture  of  a 
man  who  knows  that  he  is  beaten,  he  said,  "  Well, 
partner,  it's  up  to  you." 

The  cow-puncher  ceased  tapping  the  door-sill. 
"I  s'pose,"  ho  said,  slowly,  "that  I  orter  make 
the  people  of  Montana  a  Christmas  present  of  you. 
It  would  more  than  square  my  books.  But— I've 
run  too  long  with  the  hare  to  turn  with  the 
hounds.  Here's  your  gun,  partner.  Take  my 
boss,  he's  fresher  than  yourn,  an'  I  don't  allow  to 
need  him  again."  The  outlaw  was  about  to  speak, 
but  he  ran  on.  "Now  cut  it  out  an'  make  a 
quick  cinching.  The  sheriff's  due  'most  any  min- 
ute." 

But  the  outlaw  stood  confounded,  his  face  suf- 
fused with  astonished  red. 

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><  K  \  T 


"Partuor."  ho  burst  nut.  " you V- throwing  away 
fivo  thousanil  dollars!" 

"Kxactly."  The  cow-imnchcr  K,.i,„„,,|  ..  j  f,,,,, 
liko  Vaml..rbllt.  Ilroatho  on  that  hit;  its  fn.slv  " 
Un.iisturlK-,1,  cool,  an,i  pra.ti.-al,  hr  talk-.l  whil. 
the  other  made  (juick  preparation,  and  ^ave  ad- 
vice on  the  choice  of  trails. 

"But  you  ain't  going  to  stay  liere?'  the  .mtiaw 
said,  as  he  leil  his  horse  outside. 

"«iiore!  There's  two  girls  up  at  the  house  thai 
lion't  connect  with  Santa  Claus  if  their  dad  fails  to 
get  his  hooks  on  me." 
Dunifounded,  the  outlaw  sat  his  horse. 
"I'm  doubtful,"  ho  .said,  at  last,  "that  I  orter 
stay  hero  an'  .see  you  through.  Rut  1  must  pluy 
that  lone  hand  down  h:  .M.  x;,,.  Ain't  there  noth- 
ing I  kin  do?" 

"x.'othing  but  light  out,"  the  cow-puncher  an- 
swered. "I  ain't  going,  either,  to  swear  you  to  a 
godly  life  or  ask  you  to  tend  Sunday-school  here- 
after. I  reckon  you'll  live  by  the  patti-rn  the  Al- 
mighty cut  you  on.  Jest  where  train-robbers  come 
in  on  the  plan  o'  salvation  I  don't  rightly  see. 
Mebbe  they're  means  to  aba.se  the  pride  of  godless 
corporations.  Anyway,  your  time  hain't  come  ac- 
cording to  my  calculations  till  you've  had  your 
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chance  at  Big  Dave.  All  I  ask  is  that  you  get  your 
feuds  straight  after  this  afore  you  pull  a  gun  So 
vamos  now,  an'  adios,  as  they  say  down  there  " 

"There's  some,"  he  mused,  when  man  and  horee 
had  drawn  down  to  a  dot  on  the  snow,  "as  might 
thmk  I'd  played  it  low  on  the  Greasers.  But  I 
don't  love  them  none  since  I  rode,  that  season,  their 
borders.  An'  they're  plumb  able  to  take  care  of 
themselves.  If  our  friend  goes  to  monkey  with 
their  rollmg-stock,  I  can  tell  him  he'd  better  make 
sure  of  his  get-away." 


At  Tiger  Buttes,  on  the  settlements  trail  the 
sheriff  received  first  news  of  Masters.  A  roustabout 
on  the  Bar  X  Bar  Ranch  had  seen  a  man  answering 
to  the  outlaw's  description  south-bound  on  the  Will- 
lamette  trail.  Fifty  miles  of  drift  lay  between  Tiger 
Buttes  and  the  sheriff's  ranch,  but  he  made  it  in 
SIX  hours,  though  the  beast  he  borrowed  from  the 
Bar  X  Bar  was  not  much  of  a  horse  at  the  end. 

Yet  the  rider  was  in  worse  case.  A  man  inured 
to  wounds  and  the  face  of  sudden  death,  he  almost 
famted  when,  from  the  crown  of  a  long  snow-roll 

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he  saw  the  stovepipes  at  either  end  of  his  house  flin^ 
mg  out  wh.te  pennons,  banners  of  Christml   eh  "r 

=s:Sf:;.-r^H^r^i 

the  latch.  Suffocating,  he  raised 

Consternation  entered  with  him     T  „.„     u 

inquiry,  the  sherds    o'c.rHngTtrc        '^'"r' 
"Walton I"    K„  ,'"S  at  the  cow-puncher. 

thoulht-"'      ""'    ^"P«''    '^^    '-^-     "Where -I 

Readily  divining  the  cause  of  his  painful  agitation 
the  cow-puncher  plunged  to  end  it  ' 

^.thegiHs,    HrSefZZT^;:^^ 
poured  out  a  glass  of  the  brandy  which  M^ttv  w! 
"Sing  to  fortify  her  .nince-meat  ^  ^"^ 

The  sheriff  gulped  it.     "He  was  here?    Tell  me 

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The   Probationer 

doing  this  for  me  an'  mine,  I  was  out  hunting  the 
price  on  your  head!" 

"Father!"  Matty  cried,  "you  don't  mean 
that—" 

"Yes,  he  does,"  the  cow-puncher  quietly  inter- 
posed. "But  there's  no  occasion  for  you  to  feel 
bad.  You  see  I  was  coming  down  to  give  myself 
up." 

But  though  he  lied  most  glibly,  one  small  witness 
remained  unconvinced. 

"It's  a  story!"  Luce's  small  treble  startled  her 
elders.  Brown  eyes  glowing,  flushed,  she  voiced 
her  abiding  faith  in  appearances  from  her  chair  by 
the  table.    "  It's  a  story!  You  ain't  bad,  are  you?" 

Walton  laughed. 

"Well,  let's  call  it  foolish,  little  girl.  Anyway, 
I'm  the  man  he's  looking  for,  an'  you  stand  all  right 
to  get  that  doll.    Terr'ble  joke,  though,  ain't  it?" 

But  neither  girl  seemed  to  see  the  point,  and, 
divining  from  Luce's  quivering  lip  and  Matty's 
troubled  eyes  that  a  scene  was  imminent,  he  used 
the  sheriff's  tired  horse  as  an  excuse  to  escape. 

A  quarter  of  an  hour  later,  the  sheriff  joined  him 
at  the  stable,  a  roll  of  greenbacks  in  his  hand. 

"Walton,"  he  said,  "Matty's  told  me  all,  an'  it's 
not  for  me  to  put  the  hand  of  the  law  on  your  shoul- 

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der.    Take  this.    It  ain't  much-a  hundred  or  so, 
bu    .t  s  an  I  have  by  mc,  an'  it  '11  help  you  along. 
Saddle   the   roan   mare.    She   ha^  Hamblotonian 
blood,  an  will  easily  fetch  a  couple  of  hundred 
when  you  re  through  with  her." 
But  Walton  quietly  pushed  away  his  hand 
Too  late    boss!    A  neighbor  of  yours,  a  man 
w.th  whom  I've  clinked  glasses  in  Willianiette,  was 
here  this  morning,  an'  I  told  him  that  Fd  given 
myself  up.    Besides,"  he  paused,  "that  would  be 
mighty  poor  business  for  the  sheriff  of  Willianiette 
the  man  who  busted  up  the  Masters  gang.    Com- 
pounding felony,  ain't  that  what  the  law-sharps  call 
It?    No,   sirree!    You  couldn't   do   that   sort   of 
thing  if  you  tried.    Go  ahead  an'  pull  the  East- 
emer's  money." 

The  sheriff,  however,  was  equally  obstinate.  "No 
sir,  It  would  burn  my  hands.  As  you  say,  I'm 
the  sworn  servant  of  the  people,  an'  as  I'm  not 
equal  to  ray  duty,  but  one  thing  remains  "  He 
consulted  his  watch.  "Half  after  three-just  time 
to  change  an'  catch  the  west-bound  freight  at  Will- 
lamette.     Will  you  hitch  me  the  roan  mare?" 

The  beast  was  tied  to  the  snubbing-post  long  be- 
fore the  sheriff  finished  dressing;  indeed,  he  was  just 
gettmg  a  "half-Nelson"  on  his  collar  when  Matty 

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came  down-stairs  and  spoke  to  the  cow-punchor. 
Her  voice  easily  penetrated  the  thin  board  partition, 
and  a  largo  knot-hole  against  the  edge  of  his  mirror 
gave  the  sheriff  a  view  of  her  face. 
"Please,"  she  said,  "won't  you  go?" 
"An'  do  you  out  of  that  party  dress?"  The  par- 
tition vibrated  to  his  laugh;  then  came  a  sob,  and 
the  sheriff  saw  the  tears  brimming,  large  and  full, 
in  his  daughter's  ey^s. 

"I  was  thinking-  .)f  that,"  she  sobbed.  "So — 
heartless,  but— I  ciian't  think!" 
"'Course  you  didn't.  There,  there!  Don't  cry." 
The  hand  that  slipped  out  to  take  hers  somehow 
missed  its  aim  and  slid  around  her  waist,  and — she 
did  not  draw  back.  Nay,  her  head  lowered,  and 
she  cried  upon  his  shoulder.  Gasping,  the  sheriff 
lost  his  advantage  over  the  collar.  Here  was  a 
complication!  His  mind  refused  to  deal  with  it 
until  he  caught  a  glimpse  of  Matty's  face;  then  back 
rolled  the  mists  of  more  than  twenty  years,  and  he 
saw  his  dead  wife  as  she  had  looked  when  he  asked 
a  certain  question. 

He  deliberately  fumbled  the  latch  before  stepping 
out  into  the  kitchen.  "Going  up  to  see  the  Gov- 
ernor," he  said,  answering  Matty's  question.  "  I'll  be 
back  on  the  midnight  train."    To  which,  looking  at 

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SENT 


Walton,  he  added,  with  a  touch  of  grim  humor,  "I 
s'pose  there's  n'  hope  of  you  escaping?" 
"Nary!"  the  other  grinned. 


VI 

On  that  particular  evening  the  private  sanctum 
of  the  Governor  of  Montana  bore  such  a  close  re- 
semblance to  a  toy-shop  that  the  chief  executive,  a 
grizzled  old-timer,  ordered  his  guest  to  be  shown  into 
a  room  that  should  be  more  in  keeping  with  the 
State's  dignity.  But  on  recognizing  the  .sheriff,  he  led 
him  back  into  the  heart  of  the  .seasonable  disorder. 
"You  have  brats  of  your  own.  Jack,"  he  .said, 
accosting  his  visitor  by  the  familiar  title  of  the  early 
days;  "but  you  won't  get  all  that's  in  it  till  Matty 
makes  you  a  grandfather.  How  is  she?  And  what 
are  you  doing  from  home  on  Christmas  eve?" 

He  whistled,  and  his  grizzled  brows  drew  down 
when  the  sheriff  told  of  the  risk  his  girls  had  run, 
but  his  eye  twinkled  at  the  close  of  the  story. 

"So  the  scapegrace  refu.scs  to  run  for  it"  he 
laughed.  "Well,  I  don't  blame  him;  as  for  Matty 
—takes  a  little  after  her  mother,  doesn't  she,  Jack? 
You  made  a  pretty  quick  business  of  it  yourself,  if 
memory  serves  me.    Now  about  this  business  of  re- 

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The   Probationer 

signing— you  are  taking  altogether  too  serious  a  view 
of  it.  Anxiety  has  knocked  your  nerve,  and  small 
wonder.    Just  ease  up  a  bit  till  you  get  your  grip." 

The  sheriff  shook  his  head. 
"Now  look  at  it  straight,"  the  Governor  went  on. 
"  If  a  jury  of  traders  had  got  the  boy  after  he  shat- 
tered the  manager's  dignity,  he  might  have  taken  the 
limit,  but  now  the  affair  is  regarded  pretty  much  in 
the  light  of  a  good  joke.  Why,  the  manager  told  it 
on  himself  in  a  New  York  club  the  other  day; 
wouldn't  sell  the  experience  for  five  thousand.  Of 
course,  it  would  have  simplified  matters  if  Walton 
had  turned  Masters  over  to  you,  but  I  like  him  the 
better  for  it.  But  let  us  have  no  more  talk  of  resig- 
nation. You  need  not  shirk  your  duty.  Just  ar- 
rest Walton,  subpoena  a  cattle  jury,  and  the  fine 
they'll  give  him  won't  knock  much  of  a  hole  in  the 
manager's  thousand." 

"Look  here—"  the  sheriff  began. 

"Just  so,"  the  Governor  interrupted,  "but  if 
things  are  as  you  think  they  are,  don't  you  sup- 
pose the  young  folks  would  like  a  little  to  start 
housekeeping  on?  Besides"— he  paused  and  sur- 
veyed the  sheriff  with  a  twinkling  eye— "you 
wouldn't  begrudge  that  Easterner  the  chance  of 
telling  another  on  himself?     Shut  up,  sir!     We 

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have  just  time  to  slip  out  and  buy  that  doll  and 
dress  before  the  train  pulls  out." 

Though  it  was  midnight  when  the  roan  mare 
puled  up  to  the  snubbing-post,  Matty  came  running 
out  to  greet  the  sheriff.  Hor  arms  w.Te  about  his 
neck  before  ho  had  half  finished  his  news,  and  for  a 
minute  thereafter  he  stood  i„  imminent  danger  of 
suffocafon.  Fathers  there  are  who  would  have  ac- 
cepted the  cow-puncher's  offer  to  stable  the  horse 
but  out  of  a  consideration  that  had  its  roots  in  the 
long  past  the  sheriff  refused. 

And  coming  in  from  the  stable  he  saw  enough  to 
justify  refusal.  ^ 

It  was  not  his  fault.  Matty  had  forgotten  to  pull 
down  the  blinds.  She  was  standing  on  a  chair  by 
the  Christmas-tree  that  the  cow-puncher  had  sot 
up  the  day  before,  and  had  just  finished  hanging 
the  big  wax  doll  to  the  topmost  bough.  The  cow- 
puncher  was  handing  her  the  bolt  of  silk. 

"Just  enough  for  a  wedding-dress,"  he  said 
The  sheriff  did  not  hear  the  words,  but  he  saw 
the  look,  and-considerately  turned  his  back 


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